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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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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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Tagged Belfast, Cannabis, drunk driving, fear, French, Guinness, humour, Irish Music, Italian, Jason O'Rourke, Kelly's Cellars, Literature, Ormeau Road, paranoia, Putain de Bordel de Merde, RUC, short story, spliff, taxi, vino, writing
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South Central Belfast
Rare birds have flown thousands of miles to land on the Lower Ormeau Road. It is a glorious summer Saturday and I am going across town to visit a friend who lives on the Antrim Road. They are standing outside … Continue reading
Shoe
Me and my Italian friend Marco have been playing tunes in the Duke of York. It’s been a brilliant session: great tunes, no head-melters, and a few pints. Even better, there is talk of a party at the house of … Continue reading
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Tagged Belfast, car crash, death, Duke of York, Dungannon, Harp, Irish Music, Italian, Jason O'Rourke, Literature, Ormeau Road, Rosetta, Shoe, short story, Tableau, taxi, Tyrone, writing
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