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Tag Archives: short story
Wifeless
I am waiting outside Botanic Station. I had been in Bangor earlier, playing some music for a charity event in a bar near the seafront. It was hosted by a TV sports journalist with a face made for Widescreen; it was, … Continue reading
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Tagged Bangor, Belfast, Botanic Avenue, Botanic Station, Buckfast, Jason O'Rourke, Literature, loss, short story, writing
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All changed
I was working in the Royal Victoria Hospital. I’d been given a room on the second floor of Bostock House – or ‘Bostick House’ as it’s known to the regulars. It used to be the nurses’ accommodation until someone burned … Continue reading
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Tagged Beechmount Avenue, Beehive, Belfast, Bostock House, Brighton Street, Centra, Clowney Street, Falls Road, Fáilte Restaurant, Gaeltacht Quarter, Hunger Strike, Islandbawn Street, Jason O'Rourke, Literature, Red Devil, Royal Victoria Hospital, RPG Avenue, RVH, short story, writing
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Snapshot
I got a few strange looks. This didn’t surprise me, because my activity was a wee bit unusual. Photographers tend to be forgiven their abnormal behaviour, but in my case, today’s photographic expedition had been to get pictures of some … Continue reading
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Tagged Agincourt Avenue, Belfast, Botanic Gardens, Forestside, Holylands, Jason O'Rourke, Literature, Ormeau Road, Post-Modern, postmodernism, short story, writing
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Stunning Stunts
It feels exotic to be here relaxing on a bench in the Ormeau Park in the middle of the week, and I am savouring it. It is late July, and unseasonably warm and sunny in Belfast. The customary overcast skies … Continue reading
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Tagged Accident, ambulance, Bandstand, Belfast, Jason O'Rourke, Literature, Ormeau, Ormeau Park, Ormeau Road, Park, short story, stuntman, writing
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Reservation Blues
There is a stretch of the M1 motorway outside Belfast which comes dramatically to life in Spring. Every year in May I look forward to seeing the flowers. They announce the arrival of warm weather, and lift my spirits with … Continue reading
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Tagged Belfast, Dunmurry, flowers, Jason O'Rourke, Literature, M1, Portadown, short story, writing
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Shop till you Drop
It wouldn’t do to be in a hurry: there is a queue of cars just to get into the car park. I drive round for ages before I spot some people that look as if they are getting ready to … Continue reading
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Tagged 4x4, Belfast, Jason O'Rourke, Literature, Metro, Ormeau Road, short story, Supermarket, SUV, VW Golf, VW Passat, writing
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Magic Tree
October was starting to get cold, so on my way to the child-minder’s house I had dropped in to the petrol station on the Ravenhill Road to get turf for the fire and some groceries. I was numbingly tired, so … Continue reading
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Super-cool
I am early getting into Lurgan, and have to wait at the gates as the clunking commuter trains bound for Belfast and Portadown traverse the road. Driving past the high metal-clad walls of the Police Station, I turn down Church … Continue reading
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Tagged Belfast, Boss Hogg's, Cafolla's, Church Walk, Fa' Joe's, Jason O'Rourke, Julie's Kitchen, Literature, Lurgan, Market Street, Portadown, short story, Tesco, Travellers
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