Art From London Markets, a-n feature

He told me the story of hiding from his father in his bedroom. He told me of the fear he felt when he heard the bee come into the flat attracted by the fish his father was frying, unexpected as there were insect nets at the windows, and as a small boy how scared he was of insects. That he kept himself tucked away, but could hear the buzzing from the next room.

He told me how his fear gradually changed as he heard his father trying to kill the bee and protect the fish from the cat that had been lurking all morning ready to pounce. How his urge to laugh got stonger as the bangs and crashes from the kitchen and his father’s sweary shouts got louder. And how with his door closed his fear did turn to laughter as he imagined what was happening in the room next door.