CafeLitMagazine

  By Dawn Knox ordinary tea ‘Just look at her, dahling! She’s got no idea—brown’s so drab.’ ‘I know! It’s ghastly! And brown with fl...

  by Stephanie Simpkin a very cold tinny of ‘Fosters’   Suzy and I had been friends since childhood, both in our early thirties. I l...

  Biscuits, With Malbec Mike Lee a Malbec     I need to undarken the room.  Irina rose from her chair, and with a smooth flour...