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by Kirsty Ferry Babyccino -shot of hot, frothy milk enjoyed by small people... It was raining and Jack was supposed to be going on an Ea...

by Susan Jones He’s not tall dark and handsome, more medium grey and gorgeous. He lives in Millions Castle overlooking the Penerhalo Bay ...

by Peter Horstead Caffè macchiato 'I'm just going up to see to the pheasants up at high wood, love. I'll be back for supper i...

By Charlie Britten Cappuccino Penny woke early. With the morning sun streaming through the office windows, she hummed to herself as she...

by Sam Davis Double Espresso Out of the eternal darkness shone the light. Out of the eternal darkness the sorrowful rain fell. For m...

Bill Haddow-Allen Mint tea ‘We’ve been here before.’ Mary was sure she recognised the voice. She was alone. On the beach of the ...

L.G. Flannigan Espresso Romano The bruises and cuts have gone, but I see the scars, still feel the pain, the shame and five years ...