CafeLitMagazine

 by Chris Viner Irish coffee  The view was of a long stretch of canted road, narrowly framed by mute eggshell cafes and stores, meande...

  by Dawn Knox water   One day, Earth’s conditions may become too hostile for human survival. When deserts are scorched, land is...

    by  John Young fizzy lemonade   A sunny Sunday morning: Chris, still in his twenties, single, frequently stalked but now no longer...

by Ethan Blumhorst Black eye espresso Heading home from a meal with friends, I wish I had hearing aids so the duties could be abolished. Y...

  by   Elaine Barnard cheap white wine I looked for her everywhere; Jana, my daughter was eighteen when she left. No use contacting police...