(1000 words) Monastic-style beers were her favourite. Heavy, sweet, and above all, high alcohol! She peered through the small opaque panes of Oliver’s Beer and Books. No sign of anyone in the small cafe behind the faded yellow door. She pushed it open and a bell rang. Inside was a counter, and behind, shelves upon which stood perhaps twenty dusty brown bottles. Bold fonts on cream and blue labels displayed odd foreign names - Zundert, Achel, Gregorius, Westmalle, all ones that she was now familiar with. Perhaps too familiar? A coffee machine, all shiny bright steel and red levers stood at one end of the counter. The enticing odour of coffee was noticeable by its absence.
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Reunited
Sweetness was not normally something she indulged in, but right now she needed sugar in the hot strong coffee to perk her up. It was a bleak day in February and she sat in a bookstore cafe reflecting on that holiday 20 years ago when everything had changed. Enough! She moved over to the locked … Continue reading Reunited