COFFEE – STORY – SNAP
Snapshots of daily life paired with untold stories, spun by the imagination of a creative writer
The barista handed me a Flat White, the receipt marked ‘Julie’ instead of ‘Julia’. I headed to a cosy spot at the back where sunlight
The waves roared, shouting tales long forgotten: of heartache, pain, and heroism. Light danced on the murky waters, and the wind whisked through the copper
The rain bounced off the pavement and dripped off my hood. At least I was wearing a hood. A coat. Clothes. My mother was in a
The stench of decaying seaweed hits me as I shut the car door behind me and make my way to the sea. The waves battle
I’m a spinning top, spinning and spinning. It’s not stopping, and I need it to stop. I feel isolated, running on empty, playing catch up.
“Say, CHEESE!” I bared my teeth to show my daughter how to do it because she was clearly not getting the concept of smiling on
