Rhi Axtell – Writer

I’m pretty sure the waffle maker is older than I am. The cover is that yellowed-white plastic that reminds me of the seventies and the sound of it opening and closing is positively medieval. It is most definitely a fire hazard. But whenever I see it on the table, I…

The apartment was too hot and the walls felt like they were closing in around me. Acting on impulse, I grabbed my coat and set off into the streets of Paris, picking a random direction and walking. The cool air and lack of purpose felt freeing as I wandered through…

The ‘hunt for coffee’ is a new thing for me. I never thought I would become a coffee addict but there I was, cutting through the busy Noël foot traffic to dive into the nearest coffee shop I could find. The coffee was hot, bitter, and brown. My mouth said…