Sep 25 2007
gloomy
Walking along the banks of the Shannon in the incessant drizzle reminds me of being unemployed. An oppressive atmosphere.
Four pre-pubescent boys in the distance are looking out over the river. Or are they? The riverside is desserted except for us. They start walking towards me. The tallest, maybe all of 12yrs, asks me for a cigarette. At least I think that is what he asked. I shrugged my shoulders and mimed ’sorry I can’t help you’ without airing my English accent.
As I reached the point on the riverbank where they had been standing I could see the pee trails and spatter. The taller boy had won…
gloomy
