COFFEE – STORY – SNAP
Snapshots of daily life paired with untold stories, spun by the imagination of a creative writer
‘I bought this t-shirt from NASA when I visited Houston with my best friend years ago. I think I was 14. Many years ago,’ I
Christmas came, and Christmas left. She was tiny when I held her in that hospital room on Boxing Day. Thick dark hair. It gave me
‘I’m Harriet,’ I thrust my hand out as my hair whipped over my face. Great. That played out better in my head. ‘Christian.’ I flapped
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
The barista handed me a Flat White, the receipt marked ‘Julie’ instead of ‘Julia’. I headed to a cosy spot at the back where sunlight
The rain bounced off the pavement and dripped off my hood. At least I was wearing a hood. A coat. Clothes. My mother was in a
