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Paranoia
You missed a call from me, I said, when he finally called me back. Three, in fact. Sorry, he said. Was busy. Of course, that got my back up, because…
First line is an exceprt from the book:
Talks on Manures — a classic text on manures and their application in farming.
Image by petergaunt2 from Pixabay
Image by petergaunt2 from Pixabay
Root Crops
Root crops are always manured, and the kind and quantity of the manure used and the modes of applying it vary with the soil, climate and the success of the…
Image by Jeanette Everson (Jinny Alexander)
The Pianist
The music lifts and soars, dips and soars, until the piano is in the forest and the forest is white with snow. Still the pianist’s fingers stroke and press, stroke…
Seventy-four days in Wuhan
The walls creep in to meet you. The door tightens in its frame. The windows, once large enough to let the outside in, shrink with every day that passes. They…
The Aerialist
My insides feel as if I have swallowed my bag of juggling balls. They tumble inside my stomach, piling up ready to burst out through my throat. Now they stick…
Photo by Steve Molloy (aka the stranger)
The Stranger Who Shot My Family
The Reflective Piece The Stranger Who Shot My Family is a real account of my journey between my English home (where I’m from) and my Irish home (where I live…
Image by Anatoliy Gleb
Yearning, longing, wondering, searching and reflecting
That sounds like me. From a young age, I lay in bed while my siblings slept beside me, pondering God. I was raised in a Catholic home, so God was…
Image by Evgeniia Freeman
The Sound of Silence
He firmly locked the front door. Suzie screamed, followed by the rumble of the van’s engine and the crunch of the tyres on gravel as he drove away from the…
Image by mstandret
Crash, bang, wallop
I stopped at the local hardware store on my way back from collecting Susie from the playschool. I was determined to start a thorough clean-up for Christmas and needed extra…
Image by Paul Schlemmer
Shadows in the Dark
Marie entered the dimly lit kitchen after an eight-hour shift at Dunnes. Her feet ached; she bent down and untied her laces, tossing the black Ecco shoes into the cramped…
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