Fiction: Train Station
Awarded one of the Tidiest Towns in the nation, the place was profoundly inept and…
Awarded one of the Tidiest Towns in the nation, the place was profoundly inept and…
For my Aunt Josie. Mamma died today, last year, at this very hour. I took…
They’ve been protesting now for three weeks outside the closed factory. I have to walk…
I see everything as if it were under a magnifying glass, so clear that it…
In the morning before waking, I dream of vast empty plains of flatland and red…
Tedium was tip tapping on the pane of Gibbo’s day, the hours slouching into another…
I was so tired, Tuesday night. Don’t sleep well when I get that tired. I…
Hannah sat deep in thought waiting for the reception room’s red light to turn green…
The shop sign was in a Youghal side street, and it said Afro Crafts and…
“I’m leaving.” “Oh?” “Yes. I’m moving on. Been puttin’it off, but gotta go today.” “Baggage…
The Jehovah’s Witnesses were driving me crazy with their too-polite knocks and damnation pamphlets. Maybe…
Cyprus, 1965 The lads of the 42nd Infantry Battalion sat slumped on the Land Rover’s…
And so the time came to rent an office space. We must all find our…