The Man at Table Seven
It wasn't a fancy place. One of those cafes people went to think, or use their laptop, or just sometimes sit and do nothing. It had soft music and those lights that made it feel…
It wasn't a fancy place. One of those cafes people went to think, or use their laptop, or just sometimes sit and do nothing. It had soft music and those lights that made it feel…
Bola had been sitting at Cafe Mone forty minutes, She nursed a cup of ginger tea and pretended to read.. She wasn't reading, she was watching the couple sitted by the window.…
Mama Chisom had been selling akara at that junction for eleven years, She knew everyone , the danfo driver who always collected change and never returned it, the NEPA man who…
That afternoon the café was really quiet. You could hear every sound, like the cups clinking and the fan humming, there were people talking at tables but it was not very loud.…
Note the image is by Gemini Hi to all you zapficers and freewriters! I hope that you have been having a great week, I have so far, but then again it…
Ivy Kent-West leaned back in her swivel chair, legs crossed in confidence, watching the estate agent and…
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