COFFEE – STORY – SNAP
Snapshots of daily life paired with untold stories, spun by the imagination of a creative writer
He wore this red T-shirt to his first football game. He was four. His blue eyes held an ocean full of expectation and excitement. His
‘What about Christmas Day?’ she asked. ‘It’s tomorrow.’ A blast of white air escaped my mouth like I had a puncture. ‘I won’t make it,’ I
When I was five, it was just Daddy and me. He didn’t walk in the door with bags of sweets anymore. He had to pick
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
He trudged into the shadows, his limbs aching, his joints cracking. The ground was dry and brown like cocoa powder, and the trees swished above
