Short Story: Cuban Heels – Prt 2

Part Two 'Good morning Ms Monero, you come for breakfast?' It was Anh, my favourite waitress. She was always so politely and had a genuine warmth for people because she loved people and hospitality came naturally to her.  She had her hair in a tight, immaculate bun and she always wore just the right amount … Continue reading Short Story: Cuban Heels – Prt 2

Short Story: Cuban Heels

Part One It was now my first whole day on my holiday and I was in the holiday mood. Totally relaxed, knowing my days were totally mine, to do with as I chose over the next month. The hotel itself was beautiful. I was very happy with my choice, given, I had done the minimum … Continue reading Short Story: Cuban Heels