Dubhlinn

Fires began to light on the horizon as dawn approached. Harold could not understand how any of this had come to pass. He was on his knees in despair gazing into his burning palms with tears streaming down his cheeks. If he ever met his father again, he did not know how he could explain; … Continue reading Dubhlinn

Heuston

“I am the heron king!” Heuston declared from atop an empty plinth in the People’s Flower Gardens. A crowd of half-interested passers-by had amassed to see what the fuss was about. Why a brightly clad individual was perched on a pedestal shouting out meaningless phrases and sweet nothings. The truth was there was no real … Continue reading Heuston