One of my short stories, ‘Far From the City’, has been published by the Honest Ulsterman magazine:http://humag.co/prose/far-from-the-city

Met her at a party. Mutual friend. Function room above a bad pub. Come on Eileen and Don’t Stop Believing. In the smoking area, in the deep down dark of Dublin’s January, we decided to take a break. The kind of connection you get from mutual, irrational distaste for people: petulant, dramatic and more reflective of you than them. A promise you think will dissolve somewhere on the way home, fading with the drunk high and burning up when dawn comes. Imagine my surprise when she turned up the next morning, leaning back on her Golf, having the first cigarette of the day. 

One of my short stories, ‘Far From the City’, has been published by the Honest Ulsterman magazine:

http://humag.co/prose/far-from-the-city


Met her at a party. Mutual friend. Function room above a bad pub. Come on Eileen and Don’t Stop Believing. In the smoking area, in the deep down dark of Dublin’s January, we decided to take a break. The kind of connection you get from mutual, irrational distaste for people: petulant, dramatic and more reflective of you than them. A promise you think will dissolve somewhere on the way home, fading with the drunk high and burning up when dawn comes. Imagine my surprise when she turned up the next morning, leaning back on her Golf, having the first cigarette of the day.