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If We Were Having Coffee – Weekend Coffee Share


If we were having coffee I’d tell you about the fish we bought last week and how they’ve worked out the opening of the tank lid means food and if you stick your finger in they try to nibble at it. I’d tell you how Sean named one of them and I can’t remember what he called it, only that it was after a Bleach character and the names goes out of my mind two minutes after each time he tells me again.

If we were having coffee I’d tell you that I’d missed you and that despite being older, coffee still doesn’t taste good to me so I’m going to put a brew on and would you prefer a refill or tea? I’d offer you every flavour from every box still unopened in the kitchen cupboard that Sean refers to as my addiction and you’ll probably chose something more adventurous than most.

You’ll talk to me about protests and sit in, plans for your dissertation and how much your son has grown and done since I last saw him grinning at a fly he thought was a bee. All small, flying insects were a bee.

I’d tell you that Sean and I are making plans and being grown ups. I’ll let you in and tell you that I really do not feel like a grown up and keep expecting then real ones to walk in at any moment.

If we were having coffee tea, I’d tell you about Darkened Daughter and how I’ve managed to finish a first draft [almost] and that redrafting is a lot bloody slower than I ever expected.

I’ll tell you that blogging is going well and work is good and all in all life seems to be running in the right direction.

If we were having coffee tea I’d tell you that I’d missed you and ask when you were next free.

So I’ve been seeing a load of ‘If we were having coffee’ posts around lately and they were really great reads. So I’ve tracked down their source and decided to have a go at it myself.


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Carol Forrester is a twenty-four year old writer trying to be a better one. Don’t ask her what her hobbies are because the list doesn’t get much beyond, reading, writing and talking about the same. She has a 2:1 BA degree in history from Bath Spa University and various poems and stories scattered across the net. Her flash fiction story ‘Glorious Silence’ was named as River Ram Press’ short story of the month for August 2014 and her short story ‘A Visit From The Fortune Teller’ has been showcased on the literary site Ink Pantry’s. Most recently, her poem ‘Sunsets’ was featured on Eyes Plus Words, and her personal blog Writing and Works hosts a mass of writing from across the last five years. She has been lucky enough to write guest posts for sites such as Inky Tavern and Song of The Forlorn and is always open to writing more and hosting guest bloggers here on Writing and Works. With hopes of publishing a novel in the next five years and perhaps a collection or two of smaller works, Carol Forrester is nothing if not ambitious. Her writing tries to cover every theme in human life and a lot of her work pulls inspiration from her own eccentric family in the rural wonders of Shropshire life.


  1. Seeing Bleach gave me a bit of a thrill! I spent a while teaching English in Japan and used to draw Bleach characters to amuse my students … and myself. Seems lifetimes away, save in little jolts like the one I got here! 🙂

  2. I am 59 years old and sometimes I don’t feel like a grown up or like “real life” has begun. So, you’re not alone!

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