High Tea. Fiction by Eliot Hudson

High Tea “I don’t see what all the fuss is about, Archibald. This truly is the best of all possible worlds; Africa is butter upon bacon!” Reginald inspected the feast by straining his frail arm to hoist pince-nez before his cloudy eye. The monocle shook as he mustered the strength to hold it atop hisContinue reading “High Tea. Fiction by Eliot Hudson”