by Steve Tanham
“You’re not going to eat that, are you?” I watched the tableau unfold. The rolled slice of Dutch cheese was just an inch from my mouth when she stopped me. I was grateful she had, because, in my half hour of cheesy construction, the previous evening, I had mauled it somewhat, with my fingers and my wife’s borrowed cake cutters, and didn’t really relish … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Six
by Steve Tanham
The rain lashed at the seafront cafe’s windows. Would this horrible wet weather never end? I wondered, as I hurried, slightly late because of the heavy and slow traffic, into the warm interior. Alexandra had not wasted the extra time. Before her, on our table, lay a newly-drawn enneagram on a fresh serviette. I took off my raincoat, sodden despite the brief walk, and … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Five
by Steve Tanham
“It’s the fear thing, isn’t it?” Alexandra had me pinned into the corner of the coffee shop as though she was about to administer the final legal blow in a key case. I was even worried that my glass of water, bought to wash down the final sip of coffee, Italian style, would get spilled. “Whenever you really think about fear, you realise that … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Four
by Steve Tanham
Alexandra had texted me to say that she was already at the coffee shop, if I was around . . . the message also said, “Anything that purports to be a Truth Machine is worthy of a little prep.” Despite this, when I arrived it was just after 08:30, the car park machine having eaten my first lot of change without giving me back … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Three
by Steve Tanham
She must have been sitting there a while when I arrived for our regular Monday morning get-together. Her coffee was half finished. The one she had bought for me was full, but no longer hot. “Keen, or am I late?” I asked, with what I hoped she’d see was a warm smile. She was used to the power of words, to the polarity of … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Two
by Steve Tanham
“I read the brochure for the workshop,” she said, trying to look only partly interested. “Ah, good,” I replied. It’s a long-practiced routine between us, this mutual act of mind-fishing. She sipped her coffee, waiting for my silence to break . . . Nothing . . . “. . . And I don’t understand the significance of that funny circle thingy,” she said, irritated … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee
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