I met Clara on a wet Tuesday evening outside Trinity College Dublin, both of us standing under the same thin shop awning, pretending our umbrellas had not betrayed us. She was from…
I met him on a wet Thursday evening outside Whelan’s, both of us pretending the rain wasn’t as bad as it was. I was twenty-eight, newly back in Dublin after three years…
I met him on a wet Thursday evening in Dublin, the kind of rain that makes everyone in the city look briefly forgiven. I was in Grogan’s with two friends, standing too…
I met her outside the Gaiety Theatre on a wet Thursday evening, the kind of Dublin rain that doesn’t fall so much as hang in the air and follow you around. I…
I was twenty-eight, living in a flat near Rathmines, and pretending I was grand at a level that deserved an award. My mother had died the previous winter, my job in town…
I met Clara on a Tuesday evening when the rain had made mirrors of the footpaths around Dublin. I was standing outside a small café near Grand Canal Dock, pretending to read…
I met him on a wet Thursday outside Whelan’s, both of us standing under the same useless strip of shelter while the rain came down like it had a personal grudge against…
We broke up in the short-stay car park outside Dublin Airport, on a wet Tuesday morning, with the boot of my car still open and his suitcase sitting between us like a…
I met Niamh on a wet Thursday outside a little café in Stoneybatter, both of us pretending the rain wasn’t bothering us. She had a paper bag of pastries under her coat…