Clodagh O'BrienVanilla — Flash FictionThe letter sits unopened. Max pushes it away, across the table so it balances on the edge and rocks. The walls around him start to pulse…Jul 21, 2016Jul 21, 2016
Clodagh O'BrienOne-off: Flash Fiction for TodayI see him through the bars, his face withered in only six months. The warden takes the package I brought; a bucket of Chupa Chups, his…Jul 6, 2016Jul 6, 2016
Clodagh O'BrienFlower Flurry — a flash fiction story inspired ‘On Beauty’ by Zadie SmithIt happened in the garden behind the church. Between the roses and the giant daisies. Ciara watched the sky as he moved above her, its blue…Jun 12, 2016Jun 12, 2016
Clodagh O'BrienThe Art of Juggling — Writing, Parenthood and WorkJuggling is an art. It requires skill, patience, practice. That’s what I’m trying to learn right now. How to master all those balls that…Jun 12, 2016Jun 12, 2016
Clodagh O'BrienKen & BarbieKen gave Barbie a ring. He was leaning forward when he did it, in the corner booth of Barbie’s favourite seafood restaurant. “Oh,” she said…Apr 9, 2016Apr 9, 2016
Clodagh O'BrienFogSean picks up the butt. Three-quarters smoked, intact at the top, no dampness; it’s a decent specimen. He drops it into his pocket lined…Mar 28, 2016Mar 28, 2016
Clodagh O'BrienThe TownThe town was sick. You could see it in the water. In the river, that flowed through the town like a serpent. There was froth, bubbles of…Feb 23, 2016Feb 23, 2016
Clodagh O'BrienAs If I Am NothingIt is night when it comes. A particular kind of rain, it falls like a curtain that keeps on falling. I walk outside and stand; neck…Feb 5, 2016Feb 5, 2016
Clodagh O'BrienSand & BloodThere is a man down the street with a bird. It’s a big bird; big enough to make him stoop to the right, the bird on his shoulder like a…Jan 25, 2016Jan 25, 2016
