Category: Short Story

Like the Lights

This year’s Christmas story attempts to capture something of the season’s raised stakes. I hope you enjoy. Like the Lights The younger two jumped up and down at the window with giddy shrieks of excitement, announcing his arrival. She looked out over their heads and watched him step out of a taxi. He spoke briefly to the driver and then…

The Prague Bauble

A seasonal short story for those in the mood. Happy Christmas The Prague Bauble They weren’t bothered either way if he made himself a cup of tea. Why would they be. It was his place now. To do with what he wanted. He heard the sounds of drills and banging and didn’t move. There was little purpose in checking what…

Joe’s Last Christmas

So, this is Christmas. Almost. It’s about thirty degrees and everyone’s looking for ice-pops, or icy-poles, as they are known here. It’s my seventh Christmas in Australia and as with the previous six I find myself missing home and everything I associate with spending the festive season in Ireland. We do our best to create the magic of Christmas in…

Gary Neville Saves Christmas – Part 2

Like many people let down by the humans in their lives, Flippers loved animals. Gary Neville was number one, but Flippers had time for them all. Tonight he was particularly concerned with old Mrs. Baker’s Red Setter, Banjax. Hit by a car as a pup, Banjax had only three legs and age had now left his eyes covered in a…

Gary Neville Saves Christmas – Part 1

A Christmas story in two parts for your seasonal edification. The second part to follow over the next few days. I hope you enjoy.   Gary Neville Saves Christmas Fibrous McNulty and Density O’Neill stopped the van on the brow of the hill that overlooked the village, the exhaust pumping thick white fumes into the frosty air. It was late and the…

Hilary

Hilary He felt the spade bite under his boot and promptly applied extra weight to get greater depth out of his effort. He withdrew and entered again at right angles. Thrust, push, bite, deepen, withdraw. And again at the other end. Flip the sod. Move along the line. Repeat the process. The metronome clicked in his head. One click for…

Iron Man

A festive story written for the season that’s in it. Happy Christmas. Iron Man Jimmy was buried beneath his duvet listening both to the sound of his breathing and his mother’s footfall on the stairs. As the bedroom door opened he shut his eyes tight and imagined himself a winter hedgehog snuggled in a bed of moss and leaves. Balled up,…

Night Trip

Here’s a revised version of a 1000-word short story I wrote a few years ago. It was for a competition and had to include a key sentence that I never warmed to. That line is gone. I hope you like the story that remains.   Night Trip He leaned over her silently and carefully gathered her into his arms. She…

The Swimmer

Today, a short story I wrote in 2011. This is dedicated to open water lovers and friends of the seas and oceans everywhere.   The Swimmer We pulled up to the railway track in my old Golf. Visibility had been terrible as we wound our way down the road towards the coast and now that we had arrived at our…