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Fortnightly Fiction | Small

Rupert never liked his name. Nobody was called that on the black box with the moving pictures which lived in the corner of the room and was always on.  His friends had names like Mags or Dave or Shaz. His mum, called Mary, said it was good…

Books are not Dead Things

Recently, I visited a café in south county Dublin and noticed that the walls were decorated with shelves chock-full of books. Piles of them, literally, ten and twelve high in some places. They were all hardbacks of a certain era – 1940s/50s…