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Monthly Archives: September 2012
The Boy in the Bubble
My daughter has brought me a present home from school. I have a fever and am coughing up fluorescent green lumps. I am stuck in bed, sweating for all the wrong reasons. Antibiotics are prescribed, but I am no better … Continue reading
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Tagged Andersonstown, Andytown, Belfast, Jason O'Rourke, labyrinthitis, Literature, short story, writing
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Miller Time
There is a builder working on the empty house next door. He started early this morning, disturbing my Saturday lie-in. I was out last night, and my eyes are gummed up, my mouth dry; I could do with another hour. … Continue reading
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Tagged Belfast, glenn miller, In the Mood, Jason O'Rourke, Literature, short story, writing
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Baby Boom
I am on my way to the shop, walking past the red brick wall of the Ormeau Bakery. It is a warm Saturday in June, and I am enjoying the sunshine. I may go for a longer walk along the … Continue reading
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Tagged Belfast, Jason O'Rourke, Literature, Ormeau Bakery, Ormeau Road, short story, writing
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Clamp it
I have my four year old daughter with me, so rather than walk I take my car to the old Gasworks development, where I am going to renew my driving licence. It is drizzling, grey March weather. I drive into … Continue reading
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Tagged Belfast, Gasworks, Literature, Ormeau Road, short story, Wheel Clamp, writing
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Big Fish
It is a beautiful, sunny Saturday in early June, and I am driving along the Ormeau past the old Post Office. On the other side of the road, outside the Bangla Bazar, are two Romanian men. They are probably in … Continue reading
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Tagged Belfast, big fish, gypsy music, Jason O'Rourke, Literature, Ormeau Road, Romanians, short story
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Vanity Mirror
It is a cold, clear morning, and you are inching your way along the Westlink in the company of hundreds of other bleary-eyed travellers. You are shut in by high grey walls. A van has broken down on the Clifton … Continue reading
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Tagged Belfast, Clifton Street, Jason O'Rourke, Literature, M2, Mini, short story, Westlink
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Süskind
The knocking usually starts early, around six. The first sound is the thud of a small metal hammer on wood. It is invariably followed by a scraping noise, then more knocking, more scraping. It will continue at intervals throughout the … Continue reading
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Tagged Belfast, Jason O'Rourke, Literature, Ormeau Road, Patrick Süskind, Pigeons, short story
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Assassin
It’s a drizzly October morning and I’m walking to work from the Bedford Street bus stop. In my right hand I’m carrying a sweet milky tea from the kiosk. Crossing the busy street at Wellington Place to get onto Donegall … Continue reading
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Tagged Bedford Street, Belfast, Donegall Place, donegall square, Jason O'Rourke, Literature, short story, wellington place
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Choir of Angels
It was home time. My route back to Montgomery Street car park took me from the High Street through the stone-flagged pedestrian zone around Arthur Square in the city centre. It was a bright September evening and Corn Market was … Continue reading
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Tagged Arthur Square, Arthur Street, Belfast, Buskers, Corn Market, Jason O'Rourke, Literature, Montgomery Street, Spirit of Belfast
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Beemer
When driving in the outside lane of Ireland’s motorways it is inevitable that, at some stage of your journey, you will see in your mirror a sleek, aggressive car approaching at very high speed, flashing its headlights and sitting uncomfortably close to … Continue reading
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Tagged Andersonstown, Belfast, BMW, Jason O'Rourke, Stockman's Lane
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