Drizzle fell; Keith’s feet were damp – “Damn shoes”. He wandered down Marylebone Lane feeling coins in his pocket; two shillings, two pennies, and a joey. Enough for a cup of tea, a bus fare, and a chip supper. He enjoyed the warm café, the sweet tea, the still moments. Back outside, his collar turned … More Quando me’n vo’

The clientele of Café Mozart, once young and fashionable, now in 1950 were worn; a retired couple, a student, and two old men making their coffees last. As Fleur wiped the countertop halfheartedly, a tired woman wearing dark, ragged clothing entered. Fleur served her coffee and a pastry, then stood watching the dark clouds move … More The Gift