Football Crazy: When what you love hurts you.
I love football, I love playing it and watching it but it gets annoying when you have to go in the back of the boot of the car. I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me explain. I’m a little guy and therefore I can squeeze into little spaces. This can be useful mostly for the benefit of others and to my detriment. Whenever the ball went over the fence, everyone looked at me as if to say ‘go on, you now the drill’. I couldn’t help feeling that I was at a party with friends only the host and everyone else aspect you to serve the meal. I mean come on — its not even my ball.
Another bucket of water into the sea and yet the water is still climbing up my feet. My red poppies floating behind me, I continue in vain to the dark to find the source of the leak.
The call to Hell
I hate talking on the phone, specifically I hate talking on the phone to my broadband provider and the council. It could be about housing tax, emergency repairs or a tree fell on our neighbours - anything, I don’t like talking on the phone in general not even to my friends or family but I really hate calling city council or any official organisation.
Shut and write
In terms of creative projects, I have a few of them well I should say that I have a few that I want to do. Alas most of my ideas and creative project remain unfinished or life just gets in the way. Fortunately, there has been one thing that bucked the trend – writing scripts. I once entered a script writing competition and though I never won or wrote anything remotely resembling - well good. Despite this however, nothing at this moment of time gives a greater sense of peace, joy, fulfillment and self-worth.
The day after
I haven’t celebrated my birthday since I was 5 years old. Though this shocks some people and leads many to ask a few questions ranging from ‘are you OK’, ‘were you neglected as a child or ‘that explains a lot’. But in my culture, celebrating birthdays is not really a thing, sure that seems to be changing with the new generation who were raised in the west but my family were determined to keep the tradition alive – well for me at least.
Secrets in the barn
Sarah and Theo enter the barn and stand in the middle underneath a light shinning from the ceiling. “Have you got it,” asked Theo.
Death in Black
£15,000 in debt and yet Hassan was sure that he was still not finished calculating everything. He thought he was on top of things but clearly not. Sitting calmly in a strange yet familiar cafe, he thought to himself that he needed something big, or at least something more consistent than the usual job he gets.