Case of the ex…

THE SWING WAS STILL THERE. The red swing with the bright yellow rubber seat. Though scuff marks were now strewn across her face, war scars; wrinkles that exposed her years. As I plopped on to her she creaked, the sigh of an aged one. Of one who had forgotten her old friend, memories suppressed under…

Two Sugars Please!

There’s just something about the coffee shop; the warmth… aroma… light-hearted banter… add to that, a mocha latté with two sugars – you simply can’t go wrong! Or can you? Well… at least I thought so… until this afternoon… I met up with a friend during lunch for the second time this week since exchanging…