CafeLitMagazine

by Mehreen Ahmed  coffee Juliet worked in a cafe up the road. Her pretty smile was something to see first thing in the morning....

by Allison Symes iced cappuccino I know where my doppelganger is.  Sadly, they know where I am. They're in the mirror. Before you...

by Brandy Bonifas black coffee He folds the newspaper and drinks the last of his coffee. Straightening his tie, he kisses his wife and...

                                                               by L. F. Roth                                                        s...

by Penny Rogers  Horlicks, or other malted milk drink. My late father had a perfectly good nose; somewhat large but by no means hu...

 by Dawn De Braal a glass of porter  Uncle Jack's body was found in a peat bog by a local farmer, thirteen years after he'd...

by Lucy  tea or coffee Coffee shop. 3 pm. Wooden table. Pot of tea. One empty chair. She took one sip of her tea, her eyes staring ...