I met Aoife in a queue outside the Light House Cinema in Smithfield, both of us pretending we understood a French film we had only come to see because it was raining.…

I met Lina on a wet Tuesday evening outside Temple Bar, though neither of us was going in. I was sheltering under the shallow doorway of a closed souvenir shop, pretending to…

I met Ciarán on a wet Tuesday outside the IFI, both of us pretending we were not too early for the same French film. He had forgotten his umbrella and I had…

I met Aoife on a wet Thursday in Dublin, the kind of evening when the city seems to lean in close under umbrellas and bus shelters. I was standing outside the Abbey…

I met Niamh in the queue outside a tiny café near Dublin Castle, both of us pretending the rain was only a passing thing when it had clearly settled in for the…

She left on a Tuesday morning, which felt almost insulting because Tuesdays are too ordinary for endings. There was no thunder, no smashed glass, no dramatic shouting that neighbours in our Portobello…