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Guest Post: ‘Mr Gabor’s Day Out,’ by Michael Costello.
Mr Gabor had a problem. Standing in front of him was a pretty young girl waving her arms and speaking very slowly. She appeared to be saying the word ‘DOWN!’ quite loudly, as if she assumed he was hard of … Continue reading
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Tagged Belfast, busking, Chase Fetele, City Hall, Țăranul Fericit, fiction, horn violin, immigration, Recea, Romania, Romanians, short story, Vernacularisms, Vine Noaptea, violin
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Guest Post: ‘The Saw,’ by Brian McClelland
On the pavement opposite the Water Office steps sat a man of indeterminate age and nationality. He rested on a piece of old cardboard, legs folded, body slightly bent forward. Grasped in his left hand was one end of a … Continue reading
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The Cat’s Whiskas
I’ve slept in. Nightmare. Red-eyed and hungover, I jump out of bed. My head is banging and my stomach is full of acid; I might boke yet. In a flash, I recall that there was whiskey last night. We’d been … Continue reading
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