Once upon a time there was a very vain rook. He spent most of his days gazing at his reflection from a branch high on a tree that grew on the side of an enormous river. The river was so large that he couldn’t actually see where it began or where it ended. His branch… Continue reading The Vain Rook.
Scene from an Aran Window.
By Ann Murphy This is a short story I wrote for a Writer's cafe competition. I wrote a lot of fiction for a while but have not got the uninterrupted time to do it now. I wonder when I ever will... She gazed out of the window, the stone, wall-lined, fields creating a checker-board on… Continue reading Scene from an Aran Window.
Ann M Murphy 