COFFEE – STORY – SNAP
Snapshots of daily life paired with untold stories, spun by the imagination of a creative writer
She breathed in the fresh November air, milder than the previous year, her boots squelching in the thick mud as she pushed her pumpkin in
‘Quickly, Ben!’ I glance out the bedroom window, hearing a car drive past. ‘Phew, it’s not her.’ ‘I don’t know why you turn into a
Every Sunday afternoon, as a young boy, Father would take me out to the hills where we would set our boats to sail on the
We were sitting on a metal spoon like an egg, unsteady, any sudden movement about to finish us off. We weren’t going to reach the
That’s just great. Milk spurting everywhere. Rain dripping down my face. It has to rain just as soon as I put him to my breast.
We ventured all over the village, leaving traces of her everywhere. She had left a mark on Sarah and me, but she was too young
