“Coffee” By John Repp

Before that October morning on the front steps, sunlight slanting down hot in a season long since gone cold enough that everyone had put away summer things, he'd taken his coffee with milk and sugar. As she shooed him out to the porch, the screen door slapping shut behind him, she breathed his name—despite how …

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“Latte for my Batte” By Audrey Wick

“Try the coffee.” The suggestion was a simple one, delivered warmly by an attendant in a Turkish restaurant in the heart of Istanbul one July day. But what she didn’t know was that I wasn’t a coffee drinker. I shook my head and pointed to my half-finished cup of warm Turkish tea instead, the drink …

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