Coffee Break Stories
Nonfiction, Entertainment, Drama, Anthologies, Fiction & Literature, Short Stories
| Author: | Patricia Carroll-Smith | ISBN: | 9781370794966 |
| Publisher: | Patricia Carroll-Smith | Publication: | September 30, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
| Author: | Patricia Carroll-Smith |
| ISBN: | 9781370794966 |
| Publisher: | Patricia Carroll-Smith |
| Publication: | September 30, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
| Language: | English |
Short stories: Quick reads for the busy life.
Excerpts:
She glanced up to the mantel where Morris resided in a beautiful bronze urn. " I promised you we,d get there," she told the urn.~~~~
The aroma from the shop is getting to him. He will have to part with what little he has in his pocket for a coffee and a warm, tempting cinnamon roll.~~~~
"You have whiskers," Justin announced with the simple directness of the very young. "Are you a man or a boy?" "I'm a fellow." Gordie replied without hesitation.~~~~
The house which had once been yellow - or cream, perhaps, bore the look of abandoned property. An old bed spring rested against the side of the house while Queen Anne's lace grew up and out through the coils.~~~~
She began my makeover as soon as we were seated. Reaching across the table, she patted my arm (she was always patting my arm) and said, "Phoebe, you know I love you dearly, but you really mustn't slouch."
Short stories: Quick reads for the busy life.
Excerpts:
She glanced up to the mantel where Morris resided in a beautiful bronze urn. " I promised you we,d get there," she told the urn.~~~~
The aroma from the shop is getting to him. He will have to part with what little he has in his pocket for a coffee and a warm, tempting cinnamon roll.~~~~
"You have whiskers," Justin announced with the simple directness of the very young. "Are you a man or a boy?" "I'm a fellow." Gordie replied without hesitation.~~~~
The house which had once been yellow - or cream, perhaps, bore the look of abandoned property. An old bed spring rested against the side of the house while Queen Anne's lace grew up and out through the coils.~~~~
She began my makeover as soon as we were seated. Reaching across the table, she patted my arm (she was always patting my arm) and said, "Phoebe, you know I love you dearly, but you really mustn't slouch."
