Kitchen

I was sitting on this bus on the way home and a smell wafted up my nostrils, it was instantly converted to a memory machine that took me back to my childhood.

Fish food. That flakey, wonky smelling pet piscine nutrition sprinkled onto the surface.

It was so powerful, funny how these smells and memories can be so powerful and can easily extrapolate exponentially into a myriad of colours, smells, places, feelings, perceptions, thoughts.


As I got off the bus, a woman sat with a box. A shallow, flat box. The box was warm.


P.S. Me & Viki had two pet goldfish; Popeye & Olive. We buried them in the garden when they died. I wasn't sad, I wanted to flush him down the toilet 'cause then he'd eventually be back where he should have been.