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By Jane Black Americano The Arum lilies were beautiful. Stems, brightly green with exquisite cream flowers. She loved the way they curled...

Cinnamon latte By Danielle Smith The smallest dressing room at the rear of the Palace variety bar had been assigned to Dorothy and five ...

Espresso By Lauren Bannister He creeps across the floorboards, quietly cursing each creak for exposing his secret. You clasp your eyes s...

By Mandy James Slowly his consciousness surfaced from the bubbles of a champagne slumber. It took a few moments to realise that the insiste...

I love you, Cindy. I’ve loved from the first day I saw you. Not the day we met; I’d seen you before that, many times. I first saw you in t...

By Trevor Belshaw Harris sat hunched over the table, his damp grey hair sticking to his forehead. It was hot in the room; it had been a hot...

By Emma Lee I looked at the letter, stupefied. Milan, who’d met me on the way home from work, must’ve picked up my reaction. He came beh...