‘HAS it got me,’ the old bird asked. The skin around her eyes was as thin as tissue and detailed with faint little veins.
‘Yes,’ coughed Sally. Clearing her throat and saying it again. ‘Yes it has. The dampness in your lungs is making it difficult for you to breathe and your body is tired from fighting.’
‘Feckin Corona. So what do we do?’ The old bird asked with a fierce strength in her tone.
Read MoreTHE “Plex” was the first place we all felt grown up. A dingy little arcade made out of a rundown barn towards the counties edge. It was somewhere to go on our own and meet outside of school. This hadn’t happened before really you see. And so on weekends I’d breeze through the house, offering the briefest of goodbyes to my parents, and walked the way a man with purpose walks, out the door to catch the bus. Hell, even taking the bus when not in a uniform felt grown up.
Read MoreTHERE was a flat light to the sky that framed seagulls coasting effortlessly from one side of the Liffey to the other. Taking turns, they stopped to perch upon streets lamps to peer and poo on the bustle of people below. Don’t you dare, I thought as I crossed quay road that bordered the south side of the river and onto Grattan bridge, being well accustomed to shite dropping on me out of nowhere.
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