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Wading Into The Foyle

    “Time, gentlemen.” The bargirl began placing the empty chairs atop their tables one by one. Even with all the lights on in the pub it was very dark, but the younger man had no difficulty seeing his friend’s … Continue reading

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On The Curious Manners and Customs of the Natives

    ONCE, in a particular village in a far-off corner of the country, the people there took from their temple an idol, of considerable age and imbued with a certain dignity from many years of honest worship, and made … Continue reading

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Kid Stuff

  “Alls I’m sayin’ is, it don’t make no sense for them to be priests,” Joe said as he made a left turn. “I’m not a male chauvinist pig or whatever. It’s just not they way things are done, ya … Continue reading

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The Border

The last true and final peace had been struck. Instead of the raucous celebration we all expected (not to mention the undying adulation of the people sure to follow), we found ourselves greeted with silence and sullen stares.  Our services … Continue reading

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On the Night Shift

    There is a priest in the off-license, buying two bottles of whiskey. His face is pasty and pocked with blotches. His hands tremble as he struggles valiantly to  count out his notes and coins. On his third attempt, … Continue reading

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The Footsoldier

  “Only the dead have seen the end of war.” —Plato   Dust was Lapointe’s world now. Dust was in his boots, inside every crevice of his uniform. It was in his hair, on his tongue. It was in his … Continue reading

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Because I Say So Stories; How Óglach Met His Wife

Glasgow 1994 Nowadays when you see Óglach on the precious few occasions he’s allowed out on his own, he’s an oddly acting fellow indeed. Always walking with his head down and muttering, occasionally stumbling over his own two feet as … Continue reading

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