Christmas Eve at the Purple Owl Café by Cora Buhlert by Cora Buhlert - Read Online



After a massive row with her parents over intolerable relatives, Katie finds herself all alone for the holidays. So she heads for the one place in town where everyone is welcome on Christmas Eve, the legendary Purple Owl Café.

The Purple Owl Café has a chequered sixty-year history. These days it's not just a place for good music and conversation, it also happens to be a lesbian bar.

Katie doesn't mind, though so far her life was too busy for romance of any kind. But that's about to change when Katie meets Jess at the Christmas Eve party at the Purple Owl Café…

This is a short and sweet holiday romance of 4700 words or approximately 16 print pages.

Published: Pegasus Pulp Publishing on
ISBN: 9781507015360
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Christmas Eve at the Purple Owl Café

Katie trudged through the wet, slushy snow, thoroughly pissed off.

It was December 24, Christmas Eve, shortly after seven o’clock and the streets were deserted. The Christmas services were over until midnight mass and all the good burghers were in their homes, eating roast goose or fondue or potato salad and sausages, whatever the respective family tradition dictated.

Katie would like to think that at least some of them were still at the tree admiring, carol singing, poem reciting and present unwrapping part of the evening. Though that would be naïve. For sometime in the past twenty-five years, the gift-giving part of Christmas had been moved forward from Christmas Eve after dark and after church was over, if your family was the religious type, or even after dinner, if your family had a sadistic streak, to the early afternoon, because it would be torture on young children to keep them waiting for too long. Oddly enough, no one had ever cared about that back when Katie was a kid and watched the Waiting for the Christ Child afternoon special on TV — the very same special with the very same seasonal cartoons every single year, too — on tenterhooks, just waiting for Santa to drop off his load of presents.

But these days, kids simply couldn’t be expected to be patient anymore and Waiting for the Christ Child hadn’t been on TV in ages. Instead, the radio stations began blaring out nothing but Christmas songs — and not the American ones that were a tad corny, but at least fun, but the dull and solemn German Christmas songs