Mr. and Mrs. Haben – Flappers and Their Secrets

“It’s not right. Not fair!” Collette Haben slammed the hand-tied pink bouquet on the closed piano-forte in a flurry of petals and leaves. “It’s not. It’s not. It’s not!”             George, her husband and most frequent sparring partner, pressed two fingers between his eyes, grimacing like he always did. “Dear-”             “No!”             “My Dear,”

Ice-Cream

“Out! Out! You get out of this house! Right now!” “Mom, you don’t under-” “No!” Tears exploded as her voice cracked. “How dare you sit here, at this table, and lecture me on-” “Mom, I’m not,” my voice was soft as my mother’s hands when I reached for them. “No!” but she startled away as

Colors Don’t Lie

No. Come on. This can’t be it, man. Not like this. Not like this. Six, just six minutes ago, I was sittin’ in my car ‘n everything was fine. I was safe, and didn’t have no bullets piercin’ my body. I mean, yeah, ok. I’m man enough to admit I was nervous as hell. The