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XAVIER Roger Noons a small glass of Ibicencan Hierbas ‘Hola!’      ‘Hola, Buenas Dias senor,’ I replied.     He scratched his ...

A59 Jenny Palmer White Witch  (a local beer)  It wasn’t true. You couldn’t judge a book by its cover. That was one thing M...

RESOLUTION Roger Noons a pint of strong lager  ‘Hey, what are you doing?’  He had a right to ask, I suppose, as I had grabbed hi...

The Diary Susan Wickham Komodo – Dragon Blend Jean knew exactly what time of day Barbara went shopping.  It was always nine-thir...

Two Mothers Julie- Ann Corrigan Mother's Ruin  Even at thirty I still love my mum to smoot...

The Answer a chalice of poison Debz Hobbs-Wyatt You said it would rain. You said it always rains. Words spoken by a gypsy ...

Fighting Mr Fat a rich glass of port   Dianne Bown-Wilson I first realised that things were serious again when I came home unexpec...