Cafe Stories

From where she sat at a small round table in the center of the otherwise empty café a wave of quiet rippled outwards languidly in the heavy heat of the midsummer afternoon. I didn’t want to disturb the spell by entering the radius of that quiet, sitting down at a table not too near, and opening my notebook as was my wont in such places to write my own predilections. The book she read was beyond my ken as her exquisite fin...

Chapter Fourteen - Nick “I’ll do it,” Minerva says quietly. “I don’t want you anywhere near him,” Eliot says protectively. “If he did shoot Oasis that means he’s already hurt one of daughters I don’t want him to have the chance to hurt another one.” “I have to do this dad. I have to help the police catch him. For my sister,” Minerva says in a calm voice. “I’ll go with her if you want,” I say without hesitation knowing tha...

A bead of water rolls down the pane Logs roll byFive trucks in a rowOne letting his exhaust brake belchTrees line the highwayWaving branches like a cheering crowd at a raceCelebrating the exhaust brake's belch more ecstatically More beads roll down the windowA boy in an orange reflective vest runs to the pumpHe slouches against the rain until he's under the roofHe talks to a man inside the car and starts pumping the gasLa...