I am sitting on the edge of Carys’s bed. She sprawls across my lap, fuzzy head tucked into the hollow of my neck, small arms clutching me tight. It is incredible how much strength there is in her… Read More
One of the four ancient Irish pre-Christian festivals, Lughnasadh was celebrated on the night of the full moon midway between the summer solstice and autumn equinox, around August 1st. But was it a celebration of thanksgiving for the harvest, or a remnant of some ancient fertility rite, or a monument to love?
My tree does not have an angel on top. No, what it has is a rather plain, very slightly sparkly silver star. But it does have angels on it. Four of them. These smiley faces belong to the… Read More
“I’ll take them,” I hear myself say, and suddenly, my heart is fluttering randomly like a butterfly in my chest. “I’ll keep them on.”
The two young sales assistants exchange snooty glances, rolling black-rimmed eyes at each other. One of them goes to get a bag for my old grey trainers, while the other processes my purchase at the till.
As I teeter out of the store on my new high heels, I hear the ring of their mocking laughter, and my spine stiffens.
I glance down at my feet. Four hundred euros of Swarovski encrusted soft silver leather now adorn each one, balanced on a perfectly crafted, needle-thin mirrored heel.