COFFEE – STORY – SNAP
Snapshots of daily life paired with untold stories, spun by the imagination of a creative writer
‘How long?’ I breathed down the phone. ‘Weeks,’ Martin’s voice choked back. The day after, at four o’clock in the afternoon, I popped around to
The perfect gift of love. Her arrival date was Christmas Day. Her funeral came shortly after. She lived and died inside of me. I cradled
Lucy entered my life when Logan exited it. He’d been unwell for some time. We’d had many years together, our whole lives really. We met
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
Pearl pink and pale yellow reflected in her wet eyes with every step she took. The salty smell of fish and chips and seawater drifted
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
