Mama always said, “leave them with a little lagniappe, it’ll keep them coming back for more.”
Like putting a sprig of mint in a sweating mason jar of ice-cold sweet tea, it’s the only thing that’ll simmer down that summer heat. It’s that heat that gets them.
They aren’t expecting so much spellbinding sultriness. They expect either a genteel southern lady, coy and demure like Melanie Wilkes, or a femme fatale given to that crazy inside a milky glass of absinthe like Blanche DeBois. There is no either or.
They go searching for a myth but they find something extra.
Thin spiral notebook 
Is it strange that I love a story that makes me use the dictionary? I might have to incorporate lagniappe in a future story to utilize my newfound word.
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Being from the South, and living so close to New Orleans, I’ve known about lagniappe for a very long time. It’s a great word.
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I like the undercurrents of this…adds to the mystery!
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That sounds like an interesting lady LM x
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spellbinding sultriness!!!! Ooooooh I like that.
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Oooh. I like. There is so much story here for so few words. Very nice!
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