Hollywell House
The wind ripped through us. Sweet coffee warmed my throat. Elsie’s horn shivered on top of her unicorn cap. Sam surfed the wind on his
COFFEE – STORY – SNAP
Snapshots of daily life paired with untold stories, spun by the imagination of a creative writer
The wind ripped through us. Sweet coffee warmed my throat. Elsie’s horn shivered on top of her unicorn cap. Sam surfed the wind on his
‘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
I’m a spinning top, spinning and spinning. It’s not stopping, and I need it to stop. I feel isolated, running on empty, playing catch up.
“Just this one favour and I promise I won’t ask you for anything ever again,” I plead for the third time, guzzling my coffee so
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