COFFEE – STORY – SNAP
Snapshots of daily life paired with untold stories, spun by the imagination of a creative writer
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
Helen and cliff enjoyed the simple things in life. They woke at six every morning, read the newspaper with their breakfast, kissed each other on
Mother, I’m so sorry it’s been such a long time since I visited you. The thing is, Amy is becoming such a handful, and it’s
