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Author: Nuala O’Connor

Nuclear Laundry

by BrĂ­d McGinley No time to get a basket, I bundle the dirty laundry in one of Peter’s shirts – his favourite white cotton oxford…

Minnow

by JP Relph A roiling marmalade sun burned as we danced in the strange snow. The rail-track verge like a packed platform, dense with brambles…

Milk Cure

by Elodie Barnes Her body was a jellyfish that had lost its sting. Cold. Curiously pliant, her skin yielding to doctors, nurses, powders, pills. Floating…

Mer

by Joanne Hayden Hiding in the dunes, the father watched, field-glasses pressed to his eyes. His son was crouching by a rockpool, staring down. He…

Making Soup

by Clodagh O’Brien ‘What did you do now?’ the mother asks. ‘Nothing, I did nothing’, her son says, palms as bowls. ‘That’s not true,’ the…