Tag: cafe
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NOSTALGIA CAFE

‘What’s that?’ Jessie pointed outside at the stars and stripes fluttering on the flagpole. ‘That used to mean something.’ ‘I like the colours, it’s pretty.’ ‘It sure was. Ready for your food?’ ‘I can’t wait to try it. You used to eat these ‘hot dogs’ all the time, Gramps?’ ‘And burgers, chips, pizza.’ ‘This food…
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A FINAL FAREWELL

Sweep, sweep. I watch the worker brush the final bits of debris into the pile of rubble. The abandoned café had been the perfect spot. That’s why I’d used it. The area was a wasteland of crumbling warehouses, forsaken ghettos and no witnesses. Then the Port Authority announced their plans for waterfront renewal. Millions of…
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DOUBLE AGENT
He sat in the café watching Berliners come and go. Where was she? The newspaper lay folded at the business page as per the agreed protocol. The coffee cup next to it sat untouched. He felt the point of cold steel between his shoulders. An East German accent said ‘I think you should come with…
