Tag Archives: Darragh McManus

Two coppers are looking at us, one old and heavy and the other like a character from an American teen soap. He’s got a slim neck and baby-soft skin, and he looks nervous. He flexes his shoulders and stares hard, … Continue reading →

‘Humans are the only animals to smile. Bet you didn’t know that, now? Saw it on a nature show there recently. I’d watch a lot of those. Too old to travel out there now, but I can pretend. The Serengeti. … Continue reading →

‘Tell me something. A story or something.’ ‘Okay. What sort of story do you want?’ ‘I dunno, anything. Tell me whatever comes into your head. It’s this silence, I can’t concentrate. Talk to me about something.’ ‘Alright. Let me think…Hold … Continue reading →

Mr. Corbett woke from atypically uneasy dreams to discover that everything seemed much like he had left it the previous night. Several pillows remained plumped up behind his head. The radio played at the same barely audible volume, still tuned … Continue reading →