Tag: coffee
-
THE DISAPPEARED
P for Protection. That’s what he thought anyway, huddled under the El track. Every ten minutes the shudder of the metal stanchion and the clackety roar reminded him he was still alive. Frank from the Pizza place came out and nodded to him. Handed him a coffee and a leftover slice. Their evening routine. ‘Any…
-
INTERNATIONAL FALLS, MINNESOTA
He blew breathe from his mouth and watched the vapor drift away. His gloved hands were shoved deep into the pockets of his coat and his chin hunched down under the scarf wrapped around his face. He stamped his feet and the soles of his boots crunched on the frozen ground. ‘Anything?’ the receiver crackled…
-
A PEACEFUL MOMENT
He’d felt like a big kid again riding his bike to the park. He picked up a coffee and a doughnut from the 24-hour drive-through, the only place open that early in the morning. Now he sat and ate them on the picnic table. A couple of ducks sauntered over, pecking around for some crumbs.…
-
POIROT’S COFFEE AT DEAUVILLE
‘When did it become fashionable for the French not to serve coffee in a china teacup and saucer?’ Madame Beaumont said, loud enough to ensure the maitre d’ would hear. ‘Mother,’ Alice chided. ‘You shall have to get used to it once I have married Jacques.’ ‘Alice, once you have married Jacques we shall no longer…
-
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…
Iain Kelly 