COFFEE – STORY – SNAP
Snapshots of daily life paired with untold stories, spun by the imagination of a creative writer
Christmas came, and Christmas left. She was tiny when I held her in that hospital room on Boxing Day. Thick dark hair. It gave me
My stainless steel water bottle let out a stifled scream next to me as I lay in bed. I tightened the lid so the air
I gripped the cold metal railing, mesmerised by the distant hum of car engines driving over the bridge that clung to Wales and England. The
Laughter filled the skies. Light bounced off every boy and girl, their faces beaming as their bodies soared through the voluptuous clouds lined with gold.
The barista handed me a Flat White, the receipt marked ‘Julie’ instead of ‘Julia’. I headed to a cosy spot at the back where sunlight
The waves roared, shouting tales long forgotten: of heartache, pain, and heroism. Light danced on the murky waters, and the wind whisked through the copper
