Stories from The Cafe at KatSimonsBooks
Henry Back for the First Time at the Cafe
Henry checked his watch as he pushed into the café next to the small bookstore. Wrist watch this time. Analog, with a ticking minute and hour hand in silver, dashes...
Henry Back for the First Time at the Cafe
Henry checked his watch as he pushed into the café next to the small bookstore. Wrist watch this time. Analog, with a ticking minute and hour hand in silver, dashes...
Nina's Winter Solstice at the Cafe
This wasn’t the first time in her life she’d had a business to run during the winter season, and she didn’t mind it. But modern times were a lot busier...
Nina's Winter Solstice at the Cafe
This wasn’t the first time in her life she’d had a business to run during the winter season, and she didn’t mind it. But modern times were a lot busier...
Benet and Monroe at the Cafe
Stepping into the cool interior of the café after the sweltering heat outside, Benet took a deep breath and let his shoulders relax. The place smelled of coffee and buttery...
Benet and Monroe at the Cafe
Stepping into the cool interior of the café after the sweltering heat outside, Benet took a deep breath and let his shoulders relax. The place smelled of coffee and buttery...
TeeTee at the Cafe
He stepped hesitantly into the café from the bookstore. TeeTee liked bookstores but the café was noisier and there were a lot of people at the moment. Probably should have...
TeeTee at the Cafe
He stepped hesitantly into the café from the bookstore. TeeTee liked bookstores but the café was noisier and there were a lot of people at the moment. Probably should have...
Franchesca Miller at the Cafe
Franchesca Miller was having a heart attack. Or a panic attack. Either way, she was feeling a wash of dread, rapid heart rate, tight chest, difficulty breathing, nausea. Given the...
Franchesca Miller at the Cafe
Franchesca Miller was having a heart attack. Or a panic attack. Either way, she was feeling a wash of dread, rapid heart rate, tight chest, difficulty breathing, nausea. Given the...
Ross and O'Neill at the Cafe
Amber Ross tapped her foot under the little table at the back at the café and tried to focus on the lovely coffee in her hands. The roasted bean smell....
Ross and O'Neill at the Cafe
Amber Ross tapped her foot under the little table at the back at the café and tried to focus on the lovely coffee in her hands. The roasted bean smell....