Burnt Offerings

To mask the smell of burnt meat I open the window.

I’m not so good with cooking, and that’s why I enrolled in the Italian cooking class. This was my first attempt, but it didn’t go very well. I scrape the black pieces of mince in the bin.

I only looked away for a moment, just one second, and it boiled dry. Not quite true. I was on the phone for half an hour, but it only felt like minutes. I bring out my mobile and call for take out.

Pizza sounds good to me.

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

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