We made the promise outside the old screen at the IFI, with rain shining on the cobbles of Temple Bar and her mascara smudged from laughing, not crying. Or at least that’s…

Our story began on a wet Thursday night outside Whelan’s, with my fringe stuck to my forehead and my pride somewhere around my ankles. I was twenty-nine, recently dumped, and pretending to…

I thought the person I would miss most was Niamh. That seemed obvious. We had lived together in a small flat off Harold’s Cross Road where the kitchen window never closed properly…

I met Aoife on a wet Thursday in Rathmines, the kind of evening where the rain doesn’t fall so much as hang in the air and make everyone look a bit defeated.…

I met her on a wet Tuesday evening in Dublin, the kind of rain that does not fall so much as hang in the air and make everyone look like they are…

I bought the ring on a wet Thursday afternoon off Grafton Street, with my lunch break running over and my hands shaking so badly the jeweller asked if I wanted a glass…

I wrote the letter on a wet Tuesday in Dublin, sitting upstairs in Bewley’s with a coffee gone cold and my coat still damp across my knees. It was the kind of…

I met Cian because I was late, which is not a romantic thing to admit, but it is true. I was running for the 46A outside St Stephen’s Green, one shoe half…