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A New Direction, Part 5.
If you want to read the story from the beginning, or catch up on parts you’ve missed, it’s all here. *** Davy was struggling to keep his disappointment from spoiling the afternoon. Should have known better he told himself, always … Continue reading
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A New Direction, Part 3
I would recommend you read Parts 1 and 2 if you haven’t already done so. Part 1, Part 2. *** As the journey progressed, landmarks disappeared from sight in Davy’s rear-view mirror. First Carrickfergus Castle, its stone bulk impressively dominating … Continue reading
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Tagged and blue, Antrim Coast, Ballylumford Power Station, Belfast Lough, Black Cave Tunnel, Carrickfergus, Castle, claustrophobia, Coast Road, Cushendun, Drains Bay, Glens of Antrim, GPS, Italy, Jason O'Rourke, Jeremy Clarkson, Kilroot Power Station, King Billy, Larne, Lærdal Tunnel, Literature, Lou Reed, love, Marine Highway, Norway, Perfect Day, red, romance, sex, short story, Switzerland, The Alps, Top Gear, Waterfoot, white, Whitehead, William III, WPLongform, writing
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A New Direction, Part 2.
I recommend that you read Part 1 first, if you haven’t already. It’s here. ~~~ The next morning Davy woke up early. This wasn’t unusual; in fact it had been happening more often over the past few months. He put … Continue reading
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A New Direction, Part 1
Davy Smyth’s life-changing event occurred at 3.27 p.m. on April 6th, 2012. He was late for his appointment, tired and irritable. He’d been on the road for nearly an hour already, and the journey should have only taken forty minutes. … Continue reading
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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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Blue Valentines
Valentine’s Day didn’t start well: I’d woken way before the alarm, and then been forced to eat an unwanted early breakfast. Still half-asleep, I burned the toast. Before my ultrasound scan at the City Hospital, I was required to fast … Continue reading
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