Twenty Seven Years_There is More than Glass between the Snow and the Huge Roses. Louis MacNeice_The
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Twenty Seven Years
The man checked his reflection in the mirror, adjusting his paisley tie with withered hands that shook slightly with each movement. He reached for his suit jacket that was hanging neatly over the back of the chair in the corner. Arms through the sleeves before nervously brushing away non-existent wrinkles. Today is the day. The man ambled to his tiny kitchen, his shined shoes squeaking with each step. The sound echoed through his tiny apartment as if announcing his intentions. A wrinkled hand filled the kettle and took a mug with a chipped rim from the overhead cupboard. The calendar on the f...
There is More than Glass between the Snow and the Huge Roses. Louis MacNeice
When she was at primary school, Carmel learned about the four seasons, spring, summer, autumn and winter. Her teacher, Mrs Bennett was a creative sprite and she used to get the children to draw pictures of each season and Carmel enjoyed these lessons. She came from a local farm, in South Derry and from an early age she was aware in thewww.onedoor.cc spring, the fields were ploughed, the seeds were planted, and in the autumn the crops were harvested. When she went to Queen’s University, in 1975, she stayed in Aquinas Hall which was student accommodation on the Malone Road in South Belfast. It was run by Dom...
The End of an Era
It had been twenty-four years since Molly had last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same. The new owners must have repainted it, although it was starting to show signs of wear. Only the flowerboxes were different, no longer raucous with impatiens and petunias, just hardened dirt and crabgrass. The blinds were drawn and there were no lights. It looked lifeless and empty.Like her life was now. Empty. Like her heart. Suddenly dizzy, she sat on the cracked concrete steps, the very three that she’d crossed hundreds of times. Maybe thousands. Closing her eyes, she saw Keith carrying groceri...
Blue Eye Chest
Only two of us manned the ship, the captain and I. He set course, gave directions, and planned our journeys. I never once envied him for his fortunes, never lusted for his women, never maddened at his commands. Though, I must tell you, leading up to the discovery of “Blue Eye’s Chest”, I had never been a more suitable mate for the captain. I tell you this because I have a sense, a feeling, for things which we ought to come across. The captain may take pride in his discoveries, but without me, he would have no such prizes. His brilliant narcissism and unforgiving confidence were unmatched by a...