I met Aoife on a wet Thursday outside Whelan’s, both of us pretending we weren’t waiting for the rain to calm down. She had a paper bag of chips under her coat…
When Maeve moved into my flat in Rathmines, she arrived with two suitcases, a basil plant, and a battered copy of The Country Girls held to her chest like a passport. She…
I met him outside Connolly Station on a wet Tuesday in February, the kind of Dublin rain that doesn’t fall so much as settle into your clothes and stay there. I was…
I met him on a wet Thursday outside the Abbey Theatre, both of us pretending we weren’t lost. He had a paper map in his hand, which I found ridiculous and charming…
It happened on a wet Thursday in November, the kind of Dublin rain that doesn’t fall so much as settle on you and follow you indoors. We met outside The Long Hall…
I found her wedding ring in the bottom drawer of my bedside locker, underneath a packet of old batteries, two bus tickets, and a receipt from a café in Rathmines where we…
The envelope arrived on a wet Thursday in Stoneybatter, the kind of Dublin rain that doesn’t fall so much as sit in the air and wait for you. I found it bent…
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 Clara on a wet Tuesday in October, the kind of Dublin day that makes everyone look like they are apologising for being outside. We had arranged to meet in Bewley’s…
I met Niamh in a queue outside a small cinema in Rathmines, both of us pretending not to be freezing. She had forgotten her gloves, and I offered her one of mine…