Who Are You?

Have you ever let your imagination fly over the many things that could occur at a café? This piece invites you to follow that stream of thought in rather unexpected ways.

A Safe Place

My safe place is an old, red house with a big garden. The window frames are white, a striking contrast with the deep, rusty red of the walls. The large front door is open, welcoming all tired wanderers. You might notice the faint smell of a home-cooked meal wafting through the halls and out the door.