COFFEE – STORY – SNAP
Snapshots of daily life paired with untold stories, spun by the imagination of a creative writer
As I watched my son wave ‘bubyee’ to the Teletubbies, flapping his little hand, I wondered what other goodbyes he would experience during his life.
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
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
‘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
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
