Dear Reader, I began writing this story when I was sixteen. I had something important to say, but could not think of any better way

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Dear Reader, I began writing this story when I was sixteen. I had something important to say, but could not think of any better way
Samaritan Woman at the Well
6th century Mosaic
Sant’Apollinare Nuovo, Ravenna
People still meet the old-fashioned way. It was a startling realization, but sweet. Elliot-Anne smiled back at the boy across the café. She thought maybe
Recently, a small vignette of mine was selected to be shared by CaféLit, a site that pairs stories with beverages. As such, I am not
Is “Coffee Shop Quirky” a legitimate literary genre? If it isn’t, then it ought to be, as that seems to be my niche. In honor of this most revered holiday, National Coffee Day, I would love to share an old short story of mine that celebrates the creative relationship between draughts and drafts, caffeination and imagination. After all, “A steaming beverage is often the friendliest of muses.”
I feel I should offer a few disclaimers before you read the following story: I do not drink, but apparently the narrator does. I love