A Peaceful Time...
An elderly canine in a rather expensive looking suit sits outside a busy coffeehouse, alone. such a professional looking fellow, all by himself at a table fit for two... sipping from his mug and gazing off into space... was he waiting for somebody?
Refills
It was less a coffeehouse than a coffee-home. the place was empty, when i padded in at a quiet midmorning hour. i reacquainted myself with the trappings of this beautiful location.
M. (a hypnotism story)
He didn't know if people were watching him now, the only people in the coffeehouse when last he paid any attention to it were the old beaver gent near the window and a pair of large cats by the wall and the waitress who'd brought his coffee.
The Rat's Secrets
And though the coffeehouse was busy at this hour, no one else would get to see this, even if they looked. "mister rockwell..." i said. he didn't turn to face me. "i do allow you to see a good deal more than others. do not cause me to regret it."
WG1 - A Gentleman's Affair
Beneath the coffeehouse on the corner of 14th and belmont there was a very exclusive and secretive establishment ran by a skunk-woman known simply as ms. honey.
Letters from Interstate 90
We found another place with an open mike tonight, and it’s more like a coffeehouse than a “dive.” if nothing else, the clientele should be sober. it’s a university town, and the feeling of this, well, “coffee bar” is really cozy.
Spice of Life
It's a lot cheaper than going to the coffeehouse and ordering a café mocha." the raven laughed softly, looking up at the portly skunkette. "well of course, sug!
Entering the Dream World
"there's a coffeehouse on the northeast side of town, though. perhaps you can find some of the answers you're looking for there, outsider."
Chapter 2
The sounds of the bustling parking lot fade as the door closes, giving way to soft acoustic music as the warm scents and colors of the coffeehouse surround us. i take a deep breath, relaxing as i listen to the music and murmured conversations.
Dead Shamrocks
coffeehouse soundtracks muse then pause while live performances tumble through the door uproar and brouhaha fight in brawl yet none of this is recognized like a worthless fighter with fists still raised though red mash covers the floor and flesh
A gift to remember
Sitting beside the coffeehouse and under the protective shadow of a purple and golden adorned umbrella. i used to think these coverings were used only for rain; such a mistake. confusions of the young self: innocent, intelligent, strong and often wrong.
Tales of the Insatiable Curiosity: Cast Off
My smart goggles projected notices that were placed on the coffeehouse's wireless network. most of it was junk, variously weekly specials and the like.