Chinese

“Ey up love, can yer recommend me a good Chinese round ‘ere please?”  A stout gentleman rested his hands upon the bar, he was a little shorter than her but managed to meet her gaze. “Sure”, the girl said, for she did this multiple times a week. “There’s one just off the Main Street in…

Pieces of home

It was one of those days where there was a cold bitter chill in the November air. She had missed her train with a half an hour wait for the next one. People had been making fun of her accent all day, usually she didn’t mind but today it made her feel that pang of…

Stranger’s city 

As I stare out at the city I’ve called home for four years, I’ve never felt more lost, the skyline I see everyday looks strange to me now. The streets I walk seem foreign and I am suddenly aware that my adopted city is not my own. My job feels too big for me and…