THE STARS, A SHORT LIFE/STORY

She was a married woman, with stars in her eyes, by the age of ten. She’d seen him in the back yard at 9 ¾ and in seconds had painted their future together. Mrs. Mulligan’s daughter would be Mrs. Michael Menkas and at 12 she dropped her bike at his gate and, upon his stoop, […]

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THE STILLNESS IN THE BARN

  And so he waved back, and, as if brushing back the years, he remembered when they cycled through the lanes together, well not together, in their group, but he was there and she was there though, in truth, it was not this particular woman, the woman who had waved to him as the train […]

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BOY ON THE MOON

              I woke up to the sounds of early afternoon cutting into the late morning as the bus bell, resounding from the end of our street, signalled the first stop for the beach, kids shouted jeers and shrieked with laughter as they played catch in the neighbour’s yard and […]

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CURIOUS CALUM CAUSES A COMMOTION

  For Calum Solan, the best Godson in the world… A funny thing happened to me the other day, although I didn’t realise it at the time, well, you never do, do you? I was strolling down MacMiddle Street, around the corner from Bertie Bryant’s Book Emporium, my home away from home, passing by Margella’s […]

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THE MATTER OF THE MUCK

  The Americans and the British were bent on finding Jim Morrison while the Irish and the Japanese, for some reason, longed to add new kisses to the now ball-less Sphinx lingering over the long decayed body of Wilde, who probably watched down over their stupidity and offered a wicked wand of wit as their […]

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THE WATERS OF TED AND KARLA

Every summer for 5 years they made their way to the banks of the water. Even as a child he noticed the stillness under the breath of morning that bayed across the river as if the day and the pair of them had not yet been discovered. And it was true, in part, of them […]

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A CHANGE TO THE PROFILE

  Xavier never realised how entwined love and loss were. At 48, he’d been married to Sylvie for 12 years. Sylvie could run the world while juggling pasta, blindfolded, in stilettos. They had one child, Bastian. He was 8 and already in love with little Mathilde, next door. Husband, father, architect; that was his profile. […]

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