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Irish Fiction

Headstuff Original Fiction| Googling Her

Googling Her Jim Ward ‘Will you have a glass of something? Jameson?’ me Ma asked. ‘Naw. Can’t’ he said ‘whiskey don’t agree with me.’ ‘Oh’ she said, considering her next move ‘a bottle of stout then?’ ‘Yes please.’…

Drip, drip, drip

There’s something highly disconcerting I think (though I won’t go so far as to say disturbing) about entering the home of a close neighbour for the first time. One night, early on, just after teatime, circumstances required that I visit…