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Monthly Archives: April 2013
Good Question
I’m tired this morning; not sleeping well these days. The sunshine glaring through the kitchen window hurts my eyes, and I blink repeatedly as I fill the kettle. The wee man is calm at the moment, watching a DVD. I … Continue reading
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Tagged Belfast, black coffee, child, divorce, DVDs, Jason O'Rourke, Literature, love, patience, petrol, poverty, separation, short story, Single parent, tears, weeping, writing
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Lessons in Love
My ten-year-old daughter is home from school bursting with excitement: Conor James – CJ – from her class wrote a letter to Joanne McCaffrey and it had a big heart on the envelope! He sneaked into the classroom in the … Continue reading
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Tagged anxiety, Belfast, Cupid's Arrow, Jason O'Rourke, Literature, love, love letter, obsession, playground, romance, s.w.a.l.k, short story, teachers, Valentine's Day, wasps, writing
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Lost in Translation
The crash of the front door being slammed with great force jarred Jim uneasily awake from a pleasant and peacefully-stoned sleep. There followed the sound of running footsteps in the hall and then the thud of the back door; curious. … Continue reading
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