JOHN IRVING CLARKE Edward, they say, Edward, this is not the end of anything, this is a new chapter opening. The ranked high-backed chairs in uniform green, the parked walking frames and the assemblage of vacant faces is a new…
Talking to the Birds
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So Cold this Morning
FRANCES FAHY Seven chimes of the Cathedral bell. Faster! She reaches HighBridge. Nobody around. She leaves bag and note near the Bridge Newsagent’s kiosk. Mum’s souvenirs. She grips the phone and climbs onto the bridge. Tried telling you, Mum! You’re blind!…