Smoke gets in your eye 

​Mother sat there is silence ..puzzled and not amused ..releasing a plume of smoke into the sticky air of our Kitchen parlour ….father had attempted to tinderize the rice sorry cinderize ..okay burnt ….the steam from this enormous pot was loaded with starch this meant all assembled were caked in a white layer of the condensed rice …the notion of second hand smoke had been raised only last week  when my two year old sister was presenting with nicotined stained cheeks from mothers cigarette fuelled  combing of her daughters hair …..the starch and nicotine had begun to cake the walls furniture and  red setter …..


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Maurice OConnell is a Creative based in Cornwall concentrating on Writing and Unique theatrical appearances.. He continues to imagine a world twice as exciting and dangerous than it could possibly ever be View all posts by mauricewoconnell

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