COFFEE – STORY – SNAP
Snapshots of daily life paired with untold stories, spun by the imagination of a creative writer
Fourteen foster homes in fourteen years. Every year, a new home. There was always something. Not the right fit, just a temporary thing, they had
‘Mum, can we go now?’ Samuel groaned, tugging his mum’s Gillet as she perused a selection of begonias. ‘Almost, darling.’ She read a tag. Samuel
‘Mummy?’ Sophie asks, flinging our linked hands to and fro. ‘Yes?’ I answer mindlessly, strolling along the path hedged in by weather-beaten fences. Shouting pierces
Every morning on my way to school, I walked past the same girl. Her mummy was never with her. We never said hello. She looked
We ventured all over the village, leaving traces of her everywhere. She had left a mark on Sarah and me, but she was too young
I heard the shouting through my bedroom wall one night. It was a woman’s voice. She sounded like how my mum did when my older
