COFFEE – STORY – SNAP
Snapshots of daily life paired with untold stories, spun by the imagination of a creative writer
The road lines on my forefinger had increased over the past couple of years more quickly than I had a chance to notice. The rim
I knock on Doctor Hendley’s door. Her muffled voice answers, and I open the handle with my elbow. The gentle hum of the fluorescent lights
As the sun caresses the dew-kissed blades of grass, I see your shining smile. As the bonnie blue sky arches protectively overhead, I see your
His death had stolen my heart away, and for a year, I had no interest in searching for it back. But then, at eleven in
This was where we first met. Right here on this bench. You were watching the cars, counting them, you said. Sneaking a glance at the
I can’t get any words out. My lips seal as soon as the emotions rise in me. When you feel something, words travel with that
