COFFEE – STORY – SNAP
Snapshots of daily life paired with untold stories, spun by the imagination of a creative writer
As I watched my son wave ‘bubyee’ to the Teletubbies, flapping his little hand, I wondered what other goodbyes he would experience during his life.
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
Simon’s hair was out of control. Unwashed, bushy like his dad’s back garden, and he’d worn the same Los Pollos T-shirt for the last week.
