A flicker of flash fiction for a Monday morning. Vicki bounded up the steps, Jez and Connor right behind her, lugging guitar cases. She sat down outside the café. ‘What’s your poison?’ Jez asked. Vicki was about to request a mocha, when she heard a sound like bells. She twisted her body and, in between […]
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