Stories from The Cafe at KatSimonsBooks
Sam and Becky at the Cafe
Sam settled at a table near the window of the small, comfortable café attached to a cozy bookstore, feeling neither comfortable or cozy himself. The cushioned chairs and small wooden...
Sam and Becky at the Cafe
Sam settled at a table near the window of the small, comfortable café attached to a cozy bookstore, feeling neither comfortable or cozy himself. The cushioned chairs and small wooden...
Nina and Boo and Rhys Witherby Too
Nina hurried back and forth between the register and the espresso machine, making coffees and chatting with customers and generally enjoying the buzz of a busy Saturday. Her usual assistant...
Nina and Boo and Rhys Witherby Too
Nina hurried back and forth between the register and the espresso machine, making coffees and chatting with customers and generally enjoying the buzz of a busy Saturday. Her usual assistant...
Jamar at the Cafe
Jamar hadn’t played his guitar in weeks. Maybe months. He couldn’t seem to bring himself to pick it up. There was something about strumming the strings, letting the low vibrations...
Jamar at the Cafe
Jamar hadn’t played his guitar in weeks. Maybe months. He couldn’t seem to bring himself to pick it up. There was something about strumming the strings, letting the low vibrations...
Myra and Christopher at the Cafe
The café’s warm coziness wrapped around Myra the minute she pushed inside, the smell of coffee and pastries with just a background hint of books from the adjoining bookstore a...
Myra and Christopher at the Cafe
The café’s warm coziness wrapped around Myra the minute she pushed inside, the smell of coffee and pastries with just a background hint of books from the adjoining bookstore a...
Joan of Kerry at the Cafe
Joan went into the bookstore first. She wanted to ensure the little bugger hadn’t snuck in there and hidden behind one of the shelves after going through the café’s front...
Joan of Kerry at the Cafe
Joan went into the bookstore first. She wanted to ensure the little bugger hadn’t snuck in there and hidden behind one of the shelves after going through the café’s front...
Carrie Ann at the Cafe
Carrie Ann walked into the café, dripping wet from a bucketing rainy day and satisfied with her state of misery. In two days, she’d lost her job, her marriage, and...
Carrie Ann at the Cafe
Carrie Ann walked into the café, dripping wet from a bucketing rainy day and satisfied with her state of misery. In two days, she’d lost her job, her marriage, and...