Fornightly Fiction

The man opposite me relaxes into his call as the train leaves the station. I stare directly into his face, willing him to hang up. He acknowledges me by shifting his gaze to stare out the window, while his mockney accent booms around the…

Denny Murphy sat firmly into his spot on the bench-seating that lined the Luas carriage and curled his head towards the glass of the window. He didn’t care that the tram was packed and that there were probably older people and women…

***CONTENT WARNING: Suicide*** Today is the day I commit suicide. It has to be today. It's Rebecca's anniversary. I have to top hers. "Alone...sleeping pills...overdose". She died as she'd lived, a cliché. Her romance novels were…