A "Super" Short Story (6 Min Read) Tasha has made a new man out of me. And I'd die to regret it. I exit the Bugatti under the radiance of a full moon and spring up the flagstone steps leading to the simple, even cottage-like house compared with the mansion I'd driven from. Modest yet elegant. All attributes drawn from the gentle hands managing the unpretentious property. The Japanese Maple, sprouting from the red garden mulch, is reviving from the state the previous owner had
“Laissez les bons temps rouler.”
“Say what?” The young woman broke from the view of the busy street and shielded her eyes to take in the man sprawled at the wrought-iron table.
“It’s what the Louisiana French say: ‘Let the good times roll.”
The Louisiana French had to have something there on this fair Spring day. ..
