The Longing

I often find myself dwelling on home: my small piece of solace in the North Atlantic. Whilst an ocean away, it feels as though it’s worlds apart from this reality to which I am condemned and exiled not by...

Burnt Food

There was a faint smell of burning coming from the oven, so I knew the mozzarella sticks were done at least. I rush over, put an oven mitt on, take the mozz sticks out and set them on the stove. They were...

Lucky Number Seven

  His lucky number was seven, for what boring reason, I don’t know. Seven always seemed like the common lucky number. You know, good old lucky number seven. It has a nice ring to it. My lucky number...