Thank you for reading this series of tiny stories.... I hope to share more writing with you in 2013. Thanks for your comments and emails. Best wishes for the New Year.
chilly kitchen, cracking eggs. Outside the cool London sky darkened. He
wondered if he really did leave his camera in the park.
He stared at the different yellows. Ten years ago perhaps, he had watched a Venetian whisk eggs with her fat brown hand.
It took a long time to cook these days, a sullen process. He was pepper
without salt. His daughter happy so long as there was ketchup; this he
knew should be enough.