The monster who puts the milk in first

You! Yes… I’m talking to you. You know who you are, sitting there with your half brewed cup of steaming milk, the greyish white colour blending into some sickly twisted horror movie. “I’ll make this round,” you said. “Two sugars?” You asked. If only I had known, realised the horror that was to commence then…

British manners

Sally’s anger was close to being unmoored. It sizzled her blood, dark blush tainting her skin. How could she do this to her? What type of disrespectful, inhumane, human being would do this – “So, how’s work going?” Joy asked. “Not bad,” she managed to squeak through her lips. She couldn’t even look Joy in…