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.
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
