I met him on a wet Thursday evening outside Kehoe’s, when Dublin had that silver look it gets after rain, all shining footpaths and taxi lights. I was trying to open an…
I used to tell people we were “just passionate.” That was the word I gave it when he shouted at me outside a pub in Rathmines because I had laughed too much…
I met Aoife on a wet Thursday outside Whelan’s, both of us pretending we weren’t too old to be queuing in the rain for a band we only half knew. She had…
I met Aoife on a wet Thursday outside George’s Street Arcade, both of us sheltering under the same shop awning, pretending the rain might suddenly become reasonable. She had a paper bag…
I met Aoife on a wet Thursday outside St Stephen’s Green, both of us waiting for the same late bus and pretending the rain wasn’t getting in under our collars. She had…
I met Aoife on a wet Thursday evening outside Connolly Station, both of us standing under the same useless stretch of shelter while rain came at Dublin sideways. She had a broken…
I was twenty-one when I first loved Aoife, though at the time I thought I was older than that in every way that mattered. We met outside a lecture hall in Rathmines,…
On the morning our divorce was finalised, I wore the same navy coat I had worn to our registry office wedding twelve years earlier. It was missing a button and smelled faintly…
I met her on a Tuesday morning at the Forty Foot, which is not the kind of place I ever expected to meet anyone. I was there because my doctor had told…
I met him in Dingle when I was twenty-three and convinced my life in Dublin was only a temporary thing. I had a summer job pulling pints in a small pub off…