I met her because the rain was doing what Dublin rain does best, pretending it was only a drizzle while soaking everyone to the bone. I was outside Pearse Station with a…

I met Aisling on a wet Thursday evening outside St Stephen’s Green, though “met” is too grand a word for what happened at first. I was standing under the trees by the…

I used to think love would arrive like it does in films, with music swelling and the whole world stepping aside. In my case, it arrived on a wet Tuesday outside the…

I found out in the bathroom of a café off George’s Street, with rain tapping the window like it was trying to get my attention. I had gone in because I was…

I met Clara on a Tuesday in June, under the clock at Connolly Station, because both of us were late for trains we ended up missing. She was trying to get to…

I met Aoife in the queue for coffee on South William Street, both of us pretending not to be freezing. It was one of those grey Dublin mornings where everyone looks personally…

I saw him first in the reflection of the café window, not directly. I was sitting inside Bewley’s on Grafton Street, watching rain slide down the glass in crooked little rivers, when…

I met her on a wet Tuesday evening in Dublin, the kind of evening where the rain doesn’t fall so much as hang in the air and make everyone look a little…