As he lay there, head throbbing and eyes blinded by the sun, all he could do was think about the could-a, would-a, should-a’s.
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Alfredo’s Bistro
Becoming a chef and owning his own bistro was something Alfredo had always dreamt of. What he lacked in experience… Read more Alfredo’s Bistro
Slippery Slope
It was her turn to wash up, of that he was sure.
The brothers – grim
It wasn’t so much that they were bad kids, far from it…
Fred Waits By The Fountain
8pm, he’d proposed. Early enough for the warmth of the early summer’s day to still be lingering, and late enough for the skies to be kissed by night.
me.you.coffee 