The End To A New Beginning

Well that is CopyCat Cafe finished. I thank each and every one of you who took the time to read it and to comment. Its been an up and down ride for Kat and her friends and it wouldn’t have happened without some of you and your comments. Kat is going to hang up her... Continue Reading →


CopyCat Cafe: Summing It Up

So it turns out that Sonya and the love of her life lived happily ever after just like the story of any romance novel should. Actually no that’s not entirely true, anyone who has lived more than five minutes on this earth knows that we don’t all get happily ever afters. However that doesn’t mean... Continue Reading →

CopyCat Cafe: Heart To Heart

The following day, after having a heart to heart with Sonya about her marriage issues, mostly brought on by her own family’s inability to keep marriages together but also helped by the bullshit I had brought to work by the name of Simon, Sonya looked and seemed much better. “How did your dinner go last... Continue Reading →

CopyCat Cafe: Helping Sonya

Of course I made Tom breakfast, tomato, bacon, cheese, onion and eggs on several slices of toast, it wasn’t exactly a menu item but Tom wasn’t exactly a regular customer either and I was hungry too. Not that it worried him much but his breakfast also came with a side order of cheek from Sonya.... Continue Reading →

CopyCat Cafe: K.I.S.S.I.N.G.

Tom and I spent a little bit more time in the shower than I usually would at that time of the morning but like I said I wasn’t really worried about being late at that point in time. As we kissed and canoodled for a few minutes underneath the warm running water I continually splashed... Continue Reading →

CopyCat Cafe: Late For Work

You know there is one risk with Tom staying over when he doesn’t have to work the following day..apart from me using terms like “staying over” and sounding like a teenager! That problem is that after waking up next to him I run the risk of being late for work. The morning following Tom visit... Continue Reading →

CopyCat Cafe: Enter Bill

The following evening when I got home from work there was a hand delivered letter sitting on the back step, held down with a rock. Immediately I knew who the letter was from, I didn’t even need to see the hand writing. You guessed it, it was from Simon. It actually looked like the letter... Continue Reading →

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