COFFEE – STORY – SNAP
Snapshots of daily life paired with untold stories, spun by the imagination of a creative writer
“Just this one favour and I promise I won’t ask you for anything ever again,” I plead for the third time, guzzling my coffee so
Rugby was my stronghold, my fortress. It was rugby that gave me escape when Dad called again to say his business trip was going to
Mother, I’m so sorry it’s been such a long time since I visited you. The thing is, Amy is becoming such a handful, and it’s
Red was his favourite colour. Oh, how he loved to kick a football, and preferably a red one. His little foot would push the ball
We were always three, my sisters and me. We went to the prom together, no boys, just us three. We studied in the library together:
My granddaughter, Gemma, turned twenty-three last week. She’s the new art director at an advertising firm. I think that’s right. She was twenty-one when she
