We sat in the lounge and ordered some coffee. ‘We’ve moved on a bit since the old Beechwood Estate haven’t we? I’d heard that they’d bulldozed it. A...
I could still see that ten-year-old boy. Dark hair, blue eyes, the colouring of his Irish, gypsy ancestry. I imagine he had a lot of success with the...
A coming of age they call it, the time when the naivety of youth is overtaken by the worldliness of adulthood. This loss of innocence for some passes...
Where is she? She promised she’d be here at two o’clock and it’s now quarter past! I’ll give her another five minutes and then I’m going. Time hasn’t...