COFFEE – STORY – SNAP
Snapshots of daily life paired with untold stories, spun by the imagination of a creative writer
She sat between Harry and me. They hadn’t been broken up for long, and I knew she still liked him. Even though Harry had ended
He bumbled through the door with his friends, his high school tie askew, a sheepish smile tilted on his small, freckled face. ‘Harry!’ My best
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
He smiled at me as the tall woman in a long black and white dress cut his hair. He smiled again, silently laughing as the
‘I’m Harriet,’ I thrust my hand out as my hair whipped over my face. Great. That played out better in my head. ‘Christian.’ I flapped
I gripped the cold metal railing, mesmerised by the distant hum of car engines driving over the bridge that clung to Wales and England. The
