We started at her shins. Below us, limestone toes sank joyfully into the sea-marsh at Murrisk. I was confident, a bright pilgrim stepping beside you…
That night, I don’t know whether we were dancing or swimming. Streetlights made prisms of the cobbles, flickers of amber and blue pooling under our…
Anne Daly is a writer who lives in Co. Meath. Her work has recently appeared in The Honest Ulsterman, The Waxed Lemon and Reflex Fiction.…