Conversation with a Storm Fairy

Standing along the promenade in Tramore, waves beating against the shore line, the only obvious contrast in the mid-tones of grey being the foaming white waves irregular in size and shape lashing against the concrete walls and hissing spray at the buildings near the...

The Roses

The tiny bricked in garden, dominated by a single thorny overgrown rose bush, grey brick walls, no door and only one small wooden sash window she looks through to see her precious roses. The estate agent opened the door which stuck half way and had to be pushed with a...

The girl with no name

Standing still in the centre of the square the girl with no name, screamed silently. Each of the villagers in turn, crumbled over, mimicking the various deformed statues that lay outside of the village boundary. Only seen from afar, no one questioned where they came...

The Mother

The old house echoed with the sound of her familiar footsteps, the day she died. Standing next to her deathbed, six sons, graduating down in height from their father stood stoically at the foot of the bed. Candles flickering in all corners of the room highlighted the...

C’est la Vie

The baby cried. A bustle of colour that signified the extended family watched on with pride. The rite of exorcism had been performed and the baby, splashed with water had entered a life with Jesus. The party began. A darkened figure moved across the room, the baby’s...

I am a cat

I am a cat! The cat screamed, George thought.  But you are one, he replied.  The cat screamed again.  How can I explain it to you? A cat is a cat.  The cat screams louder.  Will you ever stop this nonsense?   George screams.  Stupid man why are you talking to me? ...

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