The Cafe at the End of Lantern Lane
Chapter 5 · free to read
Chestnut tea, and honey buns wrapped in a cloth. The cafe had never made a delivery before.
She never asked where it had come from. She had lived at the end of that lane for eighty-one years.
They stayed two hours. It was described at home as homework, which was very nearly true.
Two sparks. Ten nights. 'One thermos, carried down a mountain. Paid with: two hours of listening.'
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