The car parked beside the building, its roof level with the gutters had the rundown structure possessed them. “We’re here.” Julia unbuckled her seatbelt. “You have to be joking. This isn’t a coffee shop. It’s a Wendy house surely.” Michael made no move to alight. “C’mmon. It’s the best coffee this side of the […]

via I believe: Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers — Reflections and Nightmares- Irene A Waters (writer and memoirist)