I met Cian on a wet Thursday outside Heuston Station, both of us pretending we weren’t completely lost. We were there for the same work conference, the kind with name badges, lukewarm…
The invitation arrived on a wet Tuesday in Portobello, the kind of rain that makes the canal look tired. I had just come home from work, shoes soaked, bag full of groceries…
I met Clara on a wet Thursday outside Whelan’s, both of us pretending we weren’t waiting for the same taxi. She had a green coat, a cigarette she never lit, and a…
I met Niamh at Electric Picnic in 2018, in the kind of rain that makes everyone look equal. Hair stuck to faces, glitter sliding down cheeks, shoes ruined beyond repair. I was…
I knew I was making a mistake three weeks before the wedding, standing outside the registry office on Grand Canal Street with my dress fitting receipt folded in my coat pocket. It…
I used to think betrayal had to be dramatic to be real. A hidden phone, a second apartment, a whole other life. What happened in my family was smaller than that, which…
I met him on a wet Thursday night outside Whelan’s, when the whole of Camden Street was shining under the rain like somebody had polished it for heartbreak. I was twenty-four, working…
I was nineteen the summer it happened, working the breakfast shift in a café near O’Connell Street, smelling of toast and coffee no matter how often I washed my hands. I was…
I met Aoife on a wet Tuesday outside the Abbey Theatre, both of us pretending we weren’t sheltering under the same narrow bit of roof. She had a paper bag of books…