COFFEE – STORY – SNAP
Snapshots of daily life paired with untold stories, spun by the imagination of a creative writer
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
I met Kym at AA. She was a slim woman, with sharp cheekbones, dark velvety skin, and a soft smile. She captivated me. It wasn’t
We ate cheap bread. We moaned about lecturers. We said we’d jog at the start of each term. We didn’t. We drank too much. We
For some people, a job is just a job. Nine til five. Downing a coffee, organising, emailing, phoning, delegating, sorting, wolfing down lunch, some more
I’m here, bang on time. He’s late. I’m keeping my composure, though. I’ve ordered myself a skinny flat white, found the cleanest seat I could,
