COFFEE – STORY – SNAP
Snapshots of daily life paired with untold stories, spun by the imagination of a creative writer
The stench of decaying seaweed hits me as I shut the car door behind me and make my way to the sea. The waves battle
I stepped into my first wedding dress boutique when I was six years old. Satin, lace, and the sweet scent of rose transported me to
Winter was the hardest on her. The dark, cold mornings, the dark, cold afternoons. And we had just added two more babies to our not-so-little
Clad in sooty black leather, my Mary roared about the seaside village from the unripe age of sixteen. When she rode, her vanilla hair whipped
We met in a quaint coffee shop one quiet afternoon. The persistent sun shone through the oval window onto his table where he was reading
Each field looked different, unique with its shape, colour, pattern, and like a carefully crafted patchwork quilt, every piece slotting together to form a united
