“This was your great-grandmother’s microphone,” Arturo explained, noting Dellasura’s interest. “She often complained that it was too tall for her.” Dellasura examined the microphone. “Well, it is rather tall. I’m afraid my dehydration is distracting, is there …”Read More Chapter 3: Tensions from the Soda Bar
Finding her balance, Lucky Maye took a slow deep breath as she smoothed the waist of her gown and raised her hand high above her head. I can do this, she thought, I can. Do. This. She closed her eyes. “I Gotta Right to Sing the Blues,” she whispered, then tipped her palm.Read More Chapter 1. Welcome to Back Talk Cafe!