Author: Garvan O Deaghaidh

Luther’s mother had loved three things: Kawasaki motorbikes, Dun Laoghaire’s west pier and her son. Luther’s graduation from college had coincided with her last week in the hospital. It was…

Despite what happened, I told Liv that we had enough heroin to last us weeks. I’ve always been a good liar. We got to Spain two months ago, debt-ridden, in…

A train rolls into a station, and a man waits for its doors to part, one of his leather brogues tapping against the floor. They open a sliver, and he…