May 28th – Friday’s Flash Fiction – A Cuppa Magic

Still no closer to a workable coffee-based potion. I sniffed, the aroma of brewing beans holding back tears for now. I was going to fail again, just like rain fell every day from one thirty until three fifteen as according to the mayor. I needed clarity. Focus. Where was the sea dew? That always helpedContinue reading “May 28th – Friday’s Flash Fiction – A Cuppa Magic”