Are Friends Electric?

“So Tooler, what do you think?” “Think boss?” “Yeah, look, I know that’s not what they pay us for but..” “What do I think about wading through rivers of piss and Guinness at 11 o’clock in the morning on Paddy’s Day? What do I think of having to work on the one day of the…

Somebody Up There Likes Me

Landfall, she comes up on the deck to see Cork harbour drifts in and out of view through the fog, she’ll be back in Dublin by nightfall. Her thoughts return, as they so often do, to that night. Time passes but she’s never forgotten. He’s always in her dreams, the beloved uncle.

Come Sail Your Ships Around Me

The lights of Cadiz slowly disappear on the horizon. Sarah is up on deck alone, she stubs out her cigarette and flicks it into the sea. A flock of seagulls follows the trawler, the stench of fish and the roll of the ocean turns her stomach.

Sara, Sara So easy to look at, so hard to define.

Sarah sits on the balcony, staring out at the Atlantic Ocean, staring out at the empty beach. It’s 2 pm. She’s already drunk most of a bottle of Bodegas Toro Abala that was left behind by departing guests. Her vision’s blurred by the booze and the heat haze on the horizon. Tangier is a ghost,…

The Dangling Conversation

I was right, sort of. Dimitri was half-Russian half Chinese and all herbalist. His parents met during the Zhenbao Island incident. He was born out of chaos, he attracted it he said, almost as if in the midst of conception the essence of conflict was fused into his very soul. Very soul. I always wanted…

One Few Over The Cuckoo’s Nest

When I say “she” I mean “it”. Sure, she was a fine looking woman but her eyes, her eyes were dead pools of malice. She was a nurse. She was dressed as a nurse (no, a proper nurse FFS). You look like an angel Walk like an angel Talk like an angel But I got…

Few’s What’s Going On.

McGivney opened the suitcase. I looked at the body, the body what was left of it. I’m looking at it then I’m turning and puking all over my shoes. Peak hangover, dismembered body, stinking Liffey, gawping Tooler, the ground hits me with some force. When I come round I’m lying on Tooler’s lap, I look…

The Invisible Man.

I had to be in The Oval at seven. Right now, I was sitting on a stone bench in the park behind The Church bar. I’d just been in Jervis Street, buying some bedding. A raggedy old guy, smelling strongly of booze, settles down beside me. He’s one of hundreds, if not thousands, of abandoned…

New Year, New Few

I was walking the streets in the rain, it had been pouring down for days – the city was full to bursting, a giant bucket of steaming piss ready to explode. I, for one, did not want a piss shower, although I know certain people are partial. It was the doldrums after Christmas when everyone’s…

Few’s Christmas Message.

Ex Con , Rerry and Bickers staggered out the door, a little bit drunk , festive, and happy to be going home to their kith and kin on this enchanting Christmas Eve. It had started to snow and the sounds of merry revelers drifted up from the streets below. I was sitting on the desk,…

Few Presents “Father Dead”. #2

“Anyway enough about Blackstar”, he waves the new pages at me, “Father Dead part 2? You’re already a week late and this is what you produce? What do I ever ask you to do? God knows I pay you enough. How far into the movie are we? and it’s all talk talk. I mean it’s…

Too Few or Too Many?

  Bickers saunters into the office, all casual like. He sprays his hands with disinfectant, pops his tablet out and starts to type.He’s a freelance we use sometimes, total nerd, fanatic on certain topics. He’s got OCD. He hates the expression, if you say “OCD” to him he responds with “Obsessive Compulsive Disorder”, he repeats…