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Pegasus (Part 56)

We languished for hours in the cage alone. Then we could hear the tapping sound of feet coming closer and closer till the room once more burst into life. They were largely ignored to the rear. Most of their conversations were indecipherable. But, my heart suddenly lifted when I heard some Irish being spoken between two of the boys and learned that their leader was called Barabus. Both of them were in shabby, dirty clothes. The red-haired freckled boy looked the elder at about thirteen years of age. He had a bruise on his left eye. The other boy with brown hair and light blue skin looked no more than eleven years of age. There was a great sadness in their eyes.

Then the man they called Barabus returned and immediately set about interrogating his minions about the status of their progress. At times he shouted his displeasure, or else he would hit them with his fist reducing some of them to a bawl of tears. Each boy and girl nervously awaited their return.

“He’s a monster,” Tabitha whispered in my ear.

I gently nodded in agreement not wanting to catch his attention.

Then they dispersed as quickly as they had gathered.

Galway Girls (Part 31)

For a few moments, I was in heaven. Her hands were all over me. Running her through my hair and then rubbing my chest under the shirt. I guessed that I could forget about the film.

Our tongues swirled around, first in my mouth and then hers.

She whispered in my ear.

“So, where’s your bedroom?”

“Great minds must think alike,” I replied with a wide grin.

She stood up and I transferred back into my wheelchair. Eager to get to my next destination before the moment was gone. Fortunately, at least I knew that my normally cluttered room was looking its best that day.

“Oh, you have a good bit of space in here.”

“Yeah, I need it with the wheelchair and everything.”

I drove up alongside the bed, lifted up the footplates, and then transferred onto the bed.

She helped me pull down my trousers.

“It’s really impressive how you manage everything.”

“Thanks”

She got on top of me and we embraced. She was everything that I had always wanted. Her soft skin, the smell of her perfume, her hair brushing against my face.

I closed my eyes as she kissed my body. Then I entered her. We grinded together in bliss and then as the euphoric moment hit, I roared “I love you.”

Then we collapsed exhausted into each other’s bodies.

Galway Girls (Part 30)

I had a nice long couch right in front of the TV. Always hoping that someday I’d have a nice, pretty woman who would want to sit beside me. That plan had hopefully finally panned out. The room itself was small, plain, and minimalistic. It was dark. The curtains had been left closed in a bid to create a better ambiance. The large 50-inch TV was probably the most impressive thing in the room though I doubt it made much of an impression on her.

“Want to watch a film? I have a nice romance one saved.”

“Yeah, sure put it on.”

I switched on the TV and drove my wheelchair perpendicular to the couch before transferring onto it. She sat down beside me.

“You look so sexy when you swing your bum around,” she teased.

My face grew crimson.

“Thanks,” I replied with a wide smile.

She smelled of cinnamon perfume. The film started.

I wondered what I should do. Should I make a move or stay quiet watching the film?

She rested her head on my shoulder. My heart started to beat faster. Then she licked my ear. I looked into her blue eyes and leaned forward into a passionate kiss.

Pegasus (Part 54)

The people holding the guns were three scruffy, dirty kids who didn’t look any more than ten or eleven years old. Their faces were gaunt and their arms thin. They motioned for both of us to stand up and hold up our arms. It went quiet below. We were then directed down the stairs in a single file.

My eyes moved furtively. There were another twenty kids downstairs, all looking similarly decrepit mostly armed with pistols. The large man was now pointing his machine in their direction. It wasn’t worth making a move.

“Look at what we have here, how did you too get here?”

His stomach bulged over his pants revealing a hairy, sweaty belly. Some of his teeth were missing and his shoulder-length hair looked badly matted. He had a bright red nose and a pock-marked face.

“Well, have you nothing to say for yourselves?”

He pointed his gun at Tabitha and then stroked her breast with it.

“We haven’t seen your kind round here before?”

Tabitha reacted.

“We are with the Resistance. Release us or face the consequences.”

My heart sank. I had a feeling this wasn’t going to end well.

“Oh, you are with the Resistance. That’s more than I could have hoped for. You will fetch good coin!”

Galway Girls (Part 29)

It seemed to take forever for Saturday to take an age for Friday to finally arrive. I was so looking forward to it, that I counted every minute. It couldn’t come fast enough. My nights were filled by late night text messages and by thoughts of her being in the bed with me.. The passion that there would be.

Eventually, the day came. I made sure my dingey little apartment looked and smelled as good as possible. A hoovering here, some Febreze there. I just hoped that she liked Lasagna. All the time I could feel my heart beating that little bit faster. Then her voice crackled over the intercom.

I pressed on the button for the door to automatically open and there she was. She looked radiant. Her curly blonde hair was now draped over her bare shoulders, the black tank top showing off her ample cleavage. A large smile greeted me before she cane closer and kissed me on the lips. It felt like heaven.

“So, this is your gaffe?” she said peering in my eyes.

I tried to think of something funny, something to immortalize the moment but instead came out with the rather bland, “It is.”

“So are you going to show me around?” she asked still enthused.

“Well, this is my kitchen and dining area behind me. My bedroom is in to the right and sure, follow me into my sitting room.”

I decided it would be overly optimistic to go straight to the bedroom.

Galway Girls (Part 28)

“Just be careful,” Bianca said quietly, “I wouldn’t like to see you getting hurt.”

The conversation was getting all too serious now so I mischievously brought up her Garda guy. He was older and usually only met her late at night..

“So, what about your Garda fella? Still on the radar?”

“Oh, the less said about that, the better.”

Tony couldn’t help but chip in.

“No booty call so?”

“Would you fuck off?” she replied to our laughter.

With our cappuccinos and scones finished it was time to make the short trip back to the office.

It did give me pause for thought. Was I just setting up myself for a world of pain?

What sort of life could I offer her anyway?

I need not have worried, I still had a few hours of scrolling through spreadsheets to look forward to.

Later that evening as I relaxed in front of the television I texted Lizzie.

  • So what are you up to?
  • L: Working late. Hope you are good x
  • Yeah, I’m grand. What do you work as anyway?
  • L: Trainee solicitor.
  • What a clever girl. Better try to keep hold of you. Lots of dosh lol
  • L: I will probably be replaced by AI any day now lol
  • Thinking of you a lot xx
  • L: Coming to see you next Sat. Arrive at 2 pm. Meet at your house. That ok?
  • Excellent xxx

My heart throbbed. She was coming.

Galway Girls (Part 27)

I had a little routine that I religiously, albeit subconsciously followed at work and the first thing was to check my email on Outlook. The good news, there were only ten new ones. I loved my job as an accountant technician. Always a new challenge to face.

Then I remembered to check my text messages. As I had hoped, it was from her.

  • Sorry about last night. My Grandma really was unwell. I’ll be down to see just you soon xx
  • I can’t wait xx

It immediately put me in good form.

“What are you so happy about?”

It was Bianca, my fellow co-worker and good friend.

“I’ll tell you at tea,” was my quick response.

That was another part of my daily routine. Going to meet Bianca and Tony who worked upstairs for the elevenses. Everything was always up for discussion, especially our sex lives.

Time flew and before I knew it was break time. We always went to the same spot. A place, not too close that we would be bumping into clients but also not so far away that we wouldn’t have time to actually chat.

“So, she was late and barely met you at all because of her sick Grandma,” Bianca said as she sat down beside me with our order.

“Yes.”

“Are you in love?” Tony asked me cheekily.

“Are you serious? I only just met her!”

But, inside I thought yes I am.

Pegasus (Part 51)

There was an anxious wait though before they came to a halt. I gripped Tabitha’s hand. It was sweaty. Then they waited in the silence.

A few minutes later, they heard the first rustling of sound. Then it grew louder. Amidst the sound of a girder lifting the boxes out, there was also what sounded like children talking and screeching.

The boxed crate they were in soon started to shake. They were on the move but didn’t know where. Minutes passed. This wasn’t part of the plan. They were supposed to remain in the same spot and board an adjoining ship.

They felt a large bang as they hit the floor. The machine operator obviously didn’t think there was anything valuable inside. That, or he just didn’t care. After a few moments, things fell silent once more.

It felt like the time to act.

“Come on Tabitha, it’s time to act.”

“Yes, yes let’s go.”

We pushed the top off of the metallic box. Our eyes winced closed from the light but gradually opened to reveal a cramped room full of containers and different parts of machines. The air was stale and smelled of oil.

“Where are we?”

Tabitha’s mouth opened but nothing came out. We both looked around in astonishment. Wires were hanging out everywhere – from the ceiling to the door control.

Review of “The Missing Ones” by Patricia Gibney

This was published way back in 2017. It is the author’s debut and also the first in the renowned Lottie Parker series. The author is from the same town as myself. The story is set in Ragmullin, a clever anagram of the real town.

Make no mistake, she is picturing Mullingar at every stage. It made reading the novel quite an intimate experience, immediately recognizing where the different scenes fictionally occurred. The scenes of bitter cold and snow brought my memory back to a particularly harsh few winters from nearly a decade ago.

The central character is Detective Lottie Parker. A deeply flawed hard-nosed detective trying to juggle a demanding job with a complicated family life. Her husband died a few years previous leaving her a single parent.

There are numerous complex relationships like Lottie’s relationship with fellow detective Boyd, with her Sergeant, and then each of her children.

The case she is investigating is a series in a presumably normally quiet Ragmullin. The first occurs at the town’s Cathedral and it all revolves around what happened many years beforehand. What follows is a grotesque and excellently written tale of child abuse, corruption, and murder.

It is beautifully crafted and you’re never quite sure where it will go next or who is responsible for the grizzly killings. The author has stated that she just likes writing but this was excellently planned and thought out.

The scenes of child abuse may be too much for many and for those with a weak disposition, I’d give it a wide berth. But if you’re looking for a good crime thriller, look no further. My rating is five stars out of five.

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Galway Girls (Part 26)

I woke up the next day with a hangover. That wouldn’t have bothered me if it hadn’t been a work day. It took some self-talk to convince myself to leave my comfortable soft pillow and bed. My head was pounding and my throat almost painfully dry.

I made a mental note to myself to have greater discipline next time, hoping I hadn’t let myself down the night before. Even though, I knew there wasn’t much point. I went out to my kitchen and prepared myself some toast and tea. My stomach wasn’t in a mood to tolerate much else.

I ordered Alexa to turn on Midlands Radio 3. Music immediately blared out but it was throbbing through my skull,

Alexa – Volume 6.

That was much better. As the song ended, the presenter said that a scorcher had been forecast for that.

I slowly ate my breakfast and headed out the door.

My apartment was only two streets away from where I worked. It was a simple journey on mostly wide footpaths along commercial streets of terraced shops and restaurants with overhead apartments.

I felt the buzz of my phone as I passed the smell of burgers from a fast food outlet. I decided to keep going and look at it work as I was nearly.

A few moments later I had arrived and turned on the computer.