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“Did you see the look on Father Martin’s face?” “I know, it was priceless!” The sun beat down on a glorious day in May as their car barreled down the winding roads of the Donegal wilderness, their laughter punctuated by every bump and dip in the road. This was it, the moment they had been […]

How I got there was anyone’s guess, why I got there even more so. A sick joke between the barman, the bouncer, and god. It was a night like any other, soaked in whiskey and creamy pints. Or maybe it was urine, or worse. Hard to tell when you’re elbow deep in the lost promises

When they met, a lifetime ago, neither of them could have predicted what life had in store. How could they? Life wasn’t really like in the stories of old, where getting stuck in traffic would forever change the course of your destiny. But that’s what happened for Artie and Pat – short for Patricia. They

“But Mr. Gallagher, I’m not like that! I wasn’t raised to be a floozie! I’m not one of your Tipperary girls you can have your way with at the drop of a thickly cut spud. I wasn’t raised like that” “Oh but I must have you Bridget, I simply must! You’re all I’ve been thinking

Their eyes had met earlier as they both reached for the same little green pen in the bookies that morning, and being the gentleman his mother raised, he let her take it. “Go on”, Martin said flirtatiously, “that’s my lucky pen, maybe you’ll get lucky too” “Maybe that makes two of us…”, Harriet replied with

The evening sun was setting on the town, and another successful day of driving the same familiar route for PJ and Mick in Mick’s 1989 Honda Civic was coming to a close. It had been hot and the roads were dried of the abundant April rain, the air conditioning blew a steady cool breeze over

“I’m making a run for it!” “My god man, she’s tearing the place to apart! You’ll never make it!” “Someone has to warn the others, it may as well be me” “You’re right, Peters. You’re a braver man than I” “Alright…I’ll run down the main street, over past the chapel, under her legs, and out

“Morning mummy, something smells good!” “Good morning sweetie” “Where’s dad?” “Oh, he’s in the garden. I swear, I think he loves those plants more than me!” “Ha ha” There’s a knock at the door. “Can you get that dear?” “Of course!” Tommy rushes to open the door, to be greeted by Mr. Smith, the postman.

As darkness set in, the time had come for the three adventurers to leave the familiar confines they had grown to know so well. The early excitement of finding pastures new had, over time, turned to trepidation. A journey into the unknown lay before them as they stepped out onto the main street, guided only

Teddy was packing his bag at the kitchen table when Esther came home from town. “Oh bother,” says Esther, “they’re early this year” “Early?” says Teddy, concerned. “What do you mean early? It’s not for another few days yet!” “Yes I know dear, but they seem to have arrived early because they didn’t have a