The Weir, 140 Review
The Weir by Conor McPherson at Wyndham’s Theatre Dervla Kirwen made me cry. She was acting at the time. I’ve never cried at the theatre before, so it took me […]
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Bus talk; Johnny is a fox
“He’s a total fox.” “What?” “Johnny. He’s so hot.” “Oh.” “Don’t you think so?” “No, it’s not that he’s not handsome…” “But?” “Just when you said it like that. ‘He’s […]
Sixteen
“Wake up!” Marina slammed a cup of strong-smelling coffee on the bedside-table. “I’ve got a proper job for you.” I grunted, rubbing my eyes; I hadn’t been fully asleep, but […]
Fifteen
Yesterday evening I had this feeling that I would see you. It had been raining all day, a constant grey blurring of the world. But around five o’clock the skies […]
Fourteen
My heart sank as I opened the door to the flat; it was empty – empty of Sophie, anyhow. I could feel it; not only from the waves of coldness […]
Thirteen
The day before they let me out, a man came to see me. I was sort of half-dozing at the time – not really asleep as such, but I’d found […]
Twelve
The voices are hushed and anxious, zoning in and out, blurring into the background music of bleeps and clatterings. They come and go, sometimes saying strange things. One in particular […]
Eleven
“Can you ever have too much of a good thing?” Marina laughed, pouring more champagne into my glass, winking slyly. The word ‘yes’ came to my tongue, but I swallowed […]
Ten
Autumn had arrived unbidden, and Sophie was not impressed. Her hand lingered over the switch on the boiler which would reignite the central heating. But with the radio buzzing with […]
Nine
Sophie was making sandwiches, humming happily along with the radio. She smiled as she spread the finest possible film of warmed butter over the bread, then carefully placed translucent slices […]
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