COFFEE – STORY – SNAP
Snapshots of daily life paired with untold stories, spun by the imagination of a creative writer
Simon’s hair was out of control. Unwashed, bushy like his dad’s back garden, and he’d worn the same Los Pollos T-shirt for the last week.
I knock on Doctor Hendley’s door. Her muffled voice answers, and I open the handle with my elbow. The gentle hum of the fluorescent lights
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
As the sun caresses the dew-kissed blades of grass, I see your shining smile. As the bonnie blue sky arches protectively overhead, I see your
His death had stolen my heart away, and for a year, I had no interest in searching for it back. But then, at eleven in
This was where we first met. Right here on this bench. You were watching the cars, counting them, you said. Sneaking a glance at the
