CaféLit magazine
Published in June were: Stephen Barrett, Christopher Bowles, Lynn Clement, Wym Hylen, Gill James, Dawn Knox, Mike Lee, Henry Lewi, Peter Lingard, Rachel Medina, Suzanne M Miller, Chris Pais, Ken Poyner, Paula R C Readman, Penny Rogers, Stephanie V Sears, Judith Skilleter, Jane Spirit, Laura Sukonick, Robin Wrigley and S. Nadja Zajdman,
Top performing posts in June were:
Helen of Troy by Chris Pais (100) cafe latte
My friend Helen of Troy, NY has a personality that could launch a flotilla of tugboats. She is industrious and has a heart of gold, which she humbly claims is 10-carat, the minimum amount for an item to be legally classified as gold. She wears this heart on her sleeve for the world to see, but for her own sake, I often wished that she didn’t.
A Private View by Jane Spirit (89) a glass of the finest champagne
Refreshed by a glass of the excellent champagne reserved for donors, Frederick Longsdale was poised and ready to peruse the exhibition of 1890s photographic prints. He had already walked appreciatively through the newly refurbished galleries of the museum’s permanent collection and hadn’t minded in the least feeling obliged to do that. After all he was still on the board of his old firm whose trustees had contributed a substantial sum to the renovations. Now, duty done, Frederick was particularly looking forward to enjoying a private view of one of the remodelled institution’s inaugural exhibitions, featuring works by the recently rediscovered Victorian photographer, Olivia Stanton.
Daphne’s Story by Dawn Knox (82) a green smoothie
Previously: An unusual stranger has shaken up the neighbourhood. Gladys, Minnie and schoolboy, Cyril, have all witnessed the exotic man. Now Daphne tells us what she saw on that bizarre morning…
Daphne Didcott patted her dachshund’s head and opened the kitchen door to let her into the garden. Bathsheba trotted onto the patio on tiny legs, raised her delicate nose and sniffed. She growled softly at the robotic lawn mower that trundled past. Propelled forwards by the traction-enhanced rear wheels, the mower collided with Daphne’s raised bed and, after pausing as if dazed, changed direction and continued its course. The dog pattered to the other side of the lawn, keeping a wary eye on the robot.
Alternate Ending by Suzanne M Miller (71) a hot latte
‘She’s always keeping secrets,’ Maeve complains over lattes. ‘Not just the important things, but, well, everything!’
‘I admit I don’t get it, but I’m sure it’s just Lil’s way. She doesn’t mean any harm,’ I sympathize, though I actually find it rather contemptible.
The Train to London by Henry Lewi (46) bottled water
He settled into his seat on the London bound train well ahead of its departure. It had been a fun month playing the clubs around Manchester and the North of England; he’d played as a solo musician, played alongside other jazz and blues groups, and most recently had joined up with a Folk-punk group for the last four days of his stay in Manchester.
He always liked to board his train early, choose his seat, always a window, and always at a table always facing front; he placed his two old battered leather suitcases on the rack above and settled into his seat.
Total hits in Junes 28064, considerably down on May but still very pleasing. At the time of writing, 4 July 2024, we have 1182. So, keep on sharing.