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Robin Wrigley pink gin and tonic The moment Sharon turned the corner from the tube station her heart all but stopped. Standing at the...

Roger Noons two martinis with lemonade.   Avril was leaning towards the mirror, touching up her lipstick. She heard rustling fol...

David Deanshaw  barley wine A tear was trickling down his cheek.   He had clasped his hands and then wound then together tightly. I...

Roger Noons a small glass of Bols gin. ‘Jan?’     ‘Mmm?’     ‘Can we speak?’     ‘I’m rather busy, is it important?’    ...

Roger Noons   a glass of Chianti ‘Are you going out?’    ‘Yes, a boy came with a message. He wants me at the studio.’     ‘He! ...

 Roger Noons a glass of the sweetest ambrosia Maria, I checked last week, it was still there glowing in the sunlight. A man told...

 David Deanshaw prosecco On a long business assignment in Newcastle I arranged to fly from Heathrow every Monday morning. One F...