Gallery

Gallery

A short story . . .     Gallery   It was Raymond’s suggestion. I understood art about as much as I understood Chinese, so I was never inclined to visit art galleries. I like the colours, I appreciate the skill; the talent involved. I understand that there’s talent. Well, most of the time—as Bob […]

At a Loss

At a Loss

An eccentric man who’s having difficulties with his speech recalls an ex-lover.

Conversations with Family Members (and the Bits In Between).

Conversations with Family Members (and the Bits In Between).

    The mother (i)   My mother calls while I’m in the middle of editing a piece that’s to run in a tabloid. I pick up, because she’ll keep calling until I do. ‘Hey, Mam. I’m kind of busy.’ ‘I know, you’re always busy, can you just do something for me for a sec?’ […]

The Closest We’ve Been

The Closest We’ve Been

  We were, the two of us, parked on a rock each, looking out at Galway Bay on a mild August night. Drunk and merry, drunk and pensive, but in those few hours happy. Strolled along, or staggered, after winning a score on the slots (or was it fifty?) and our girlfriends were left behind […]