COFFEE – STORY – SNAP
Snapshots of daily life paired with untold stories, spun by the imagination of a creative writer
As I watched my son wave ‘bubyee’ to the Teletubbies, flapping his little hand, I wondered what other goodbyes he would experience during his life.
Simon’s hair was out of control. Unwashed, bushy like his dad’s back garden, and he’d worn the same Los Pollos T-shirt for the last week.
‘Why did you do it?’ I asked. ‘It wasn’t me, sir.’ Jack slouched on the armchair, picking at a piece of thread. ‘I found your
When I was five, it was just Daddy and me. He didn’t walk in the door with bags of sweets anymore. He had to pick
‘How long?’ I breathed down the phone. ‘Weeks,’ Martin’s voice choked back. The day after, at four o’clock in the afternoon, I popped around to
Fourteen foster homes in fourteen years. Every year, a new home. There was always something. Not the right fit, just a temporary thing, they had
