CafeLitMagazine

Roger Noons  A glass of vinho verde, what else? I entered the café behind the cathedral just after twelve thirty, only one table ...

Sandy Wilson black tea  The train is slowing down through the leafy cutting, the foliage fragmenting the sunlight, a strobe light...

Mandy Percy a small glass of sweet sherry 'Mummy's home!' she calls to her two little dogs. Walking into the room, her eye...

Wendy Ogilvie a mug of green tea There he is. I see him. The mountain foliage cannot conceal his large frame. Holding binoculars to...

Dawn Knox Earl Grey tea (because it goes well with fruitcake) Mary Wilson dragged a comb through her ginger hair and pulled ...

Janelle Hardacre decaf americano I wasn’t prepared for the needling agony of hearing like a normal person. The approaching tram was  ...

Sandy Wilson gin and tonic Perched elegantly on the edge of my bed, I carefully apply polish to my finger nails. Red talons to match...