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  by Roger Noons midnight mint hot chocolate The first pip of the alarm sounded three seconds too late to prevent me driving the kni...

  by Roger Noons  a glass of cola Johnny had acquired two plain gold bands but decided she deserved something special. Something unus...

  by Roger Noons a bottle of Stella After Mum died, I begged my father not to remarry.      ‘This house needs a woman,’ he insisted,...

by Roger Noons  a cup of Yorkshire tea ‘I thought you were sitting in the garden?’ Melanie said, as she walked into ...

Roger Noons  a glass of vintage champagne When I peered closely at the joined-up writing across her white cotton-covered b...

by Roger Noons a glass of cava The flight was straightforward, as was our passage through Palma airport. The woman at Herz wa...

by Roger Noons a mug of hot chocolate I had to go back. Sixteen minutes thirty two seconds before my mother drew her last bre...

by Roger Noons half a litre of draught San Miguel I laughed when he old me he was a clown. I assumed that was the correct re...

Newly Weds by Roger Noons a glass of well-chilled San Miguel ‘Denis, you are a shit, you’ve been staring at that girl all...

Roger Noons a glass of sarsaparilla ‘Joyce, I’ve got an idea.’     ‘What is it this time, Charles?’     ‘I’m sick of...

by Roger Noons   a glass of hot water containing a slice of lime Beth read the letter again before taking up her pen. ...

by Roger Noons  Magno Spanish brandy The sun had warmed the land before it sank behind the mountain, but now there was ch...

by Roger Noons tomato juice with Worcester  sauce Emma’s a phlebotomist. I visit her at the hospital every six months; hand...

by Roger Noons a glass of Pastis. The woman who answers the door is fat, untidy with a pouchy, sagging jowl, like a toad; a ...