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by Holly Ann Shaw a glass of bubbly Mary hated budget meetings, not because they were as dull as standing in a grocery checkout l...

by Jo Dearden   hot tea     A cold, bleak January day. Rain relentlessly beating at the windows.   George ate his breakfa...

by James Bates  ice cold milk I always liked that photo her father took of Belinda and me. Her parents ran Rothschild's ...

by Lynn Clement lemon juice   ‘Where’s mum?’ asked Ray Boswell. ‘In the bathroom,’ replied his eldest. ‘Right, we’re go...

by Roger Noons a mug of cocoa. My mother always told me to keep away from the old tramp. He lived in a disused old building t...

by Robert    Ferguson sweet, milky cocoa Joan was having difficulty going to sleep. Again. Arthur didn’t. Never did. Laid...