So I am now attempting to write Leslie’s story somewhat chronologically. This bit is nearish to the beginning and I obviously had a tearoom craving when I wrote it. Written for Friday Fictioneers.
No cream. Her small striped jug contained a speck. It was a “C.C’s” morning Leslie decided and promptly went out. Leslie first went to “C.C’s” because they advertised “a very nice cat”. She continued to go because at “C.C’s” she found sunny nooks, a feline to snuggle, exquisite scones, and Devonshire cream for her morning tea. Plus Mabel, the proprietor, was chatty. Thus the sensible decision upon running out of cream was not the market, but “C.C’s”. Upon approaching “C.C’s” on that drab morning Leslie noted an oddity. The purple sign with cream lettering was advertising “a very nice dog”.