The Listening Man
The listening man sat in his usual seat on the morning train to the city. He was wearing his usual black suit and round reading glasses. He leaned forward. Intent.…
Rock. Paper. Scissors.
One summer morning over breakfast Arlene, Max’s wife of twenty-five years, announced that she was planning to have an affair. “Who plans to have an affair and tells the…
Compound
The first in a series of Commentary based on our continuing attempts to navigate life on the planet that is rural Ireland. The new gate sweeps up to an…
Statue
Mrs. Porter glared down at the statue. Lately, it seemed to be mocking her, fixing its stony gaze upwards towards this bathroom as if it hated her. “Well,” she…