Today I have a little story to share, a story that to me is remarkable, one that I won’t forget as long as I live. 10 years ago I lived with Joanne in Blanchardstown, west Dublin. It was a rough kinda shop and we had a desire to find a better place to live.
Shorts and Other Stories
Young Connor Bryan sat poised on the edge of his bed. His Dad’s wire snips in his right hand, the miniature Child of Prague in his left. He could hear his mother preparing dinner and the high pitched noise of girl talk from his sisters in the kitchen below him. It was Wednesday and the usual […]