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
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
“In five more minutes our baby girl would be turning eighteen,” Jeff said, and frowned at his wife, “goodness, she’d be an adult.” “Why won’t
