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Monthly Archives: February 2015
One Moment
There’s a pink balloon blowing along beside the path in the Ormeau Park, left over from some charity event. The wee girl is delighted to find it, and lifting it runs along through the tall gates and onto the broad … Continue reading
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Tagged Belfast, breaking the speed limit, child, Jason O'Rourke, luck, Ormeau Bridge, Ormeau Park, Ormeau Road, panic, road accident, short story, taxi, Vernacularisms
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Guest Post: ‘Conversion’ by Colm Dore.
A staunch man, a marching man, a Belfast man, lies stately on his deathbed. A king, in his neat little castle, surrounded by a company of stocky, staunch, princes. The sons have beefy arms, with faded tattoos, but their faces … Continue reading
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Tagged Belfast, Catholicism, deathbed conversion, humour, Orange Order, orangeman, peace Wall
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Looking at the Menu: a Dialogue.
Scene: Supermarket car park. Bill and Margaret have just arrived, and are getting ready to leave the car. Parked next to them is an attractive young woman, who is eating her lunch. Bill: Here, before we go in, can I … Continue reading
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Tagged argument, Belfast, drama, experimentation, head full of sweetie mice, lunch, marriage, melter, sushi, Vernacularisms
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Guest Post: ‘Swimming Against the Tide’ by Linda Ervine.
Sitting on a shelf in my living room is a beautiful and meaningful gift that I was given by a friend this Christmas. It is an ornament in the shape of a log with seven tiny blue and white delft … Continue reading
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