Pól Ó Lorcáin
Paul Larkin

Chroniclers are privileged to enter where they list, to come and go through keyholes, to ride upon the wind, to overcome in their soarings up and down, all obstacles of distance, time and place.
Charles Dickens - Barnaby Rudge, Chapter The Ninth

Scéal fá choinne Oíche Shamhna - A story for Halloween


He was just putting his tools away when to his surprise, she entered the room in her precise, almost ethereal way - head aloft as if balanced on a stick and carrying a tray of tea and sandwiches, with arms that were too long for her slim frame. She placed the tray down onto the low table beside him with an ease and grace that he loved to behold. Then she retired slightly. Her arms protruding still from her body as she looked at him. It was like an offering. More of a wait than a smile to see if he would like to stay a while longer. Now that the work was over.
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