There was this opening between my kitchen bench and the stove top in my flat. A marvel of modern engineering, designed to gulp up every slingshotted carrot end or garlic nub.

For years I fed the crevice in peace, it became my offering to the gods. A little of my dinner sacrificed in honour of those that died helping make it. Even the
veggie meals.

But then one day an egg, a whole egg, just upped and rolled itself in there, and I had to go in after it.

This is my story....