They

29 July 2012, 17:39

No, there isn’t anyone here.

Are you sure?

Yes, positive.

I’m AFRAID.

No problem. I’ll go with you to the room for you to get your bag.

I don’t like these intruders hiding under chairs listening to everything we say! Close the door!

The house is empty except for you and me.

How do you know that?

While you were sleeping this morning I checked the whole house from top to bottom.

Ok. Get me a cup of tea.

The Social Club

30 March 2012, 21:04

The Social Club…

Why are we going there?

It’s a social club.

Oh. Where is it? I’m freezing walking up and down the street like this!

Excuse me, where is the Parish Hall

Down a bit and walk up the lane and it’s at the top behind the church.

Thank you very much.

I’m walking down no lanes!

Mammy, it’s a very short lane.

I don’t care, I TOLD YOU I AM WALKING DOWN NO LANES!

Ok, don’t walk away from me, will you! Where is this damn place?

Here we are.

If they have a reception, they should have a receptionist!

Yes, maybe they are just in?

Would you like to sit down while we wait?

Can I help you?

Yes, we are here for the social club.

I don’t know why I was brought here! Too cold, it is! I want to be home watching the television in bed!

Oh I see, ok, yes, wait a wee bit while the organiser gets things ready.

How long do we have to wait? I’m here for hours!

It’s ok, Mammy.

Hello, hello, how are you?

Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah (no interpreter so I wasn’t able to understand what people were saying, so…)

And you… You’re very quiet… Do you sing?

Hmm? No, I’m deaf.

Once Upon A Time… (No, not OUAT)

24 October 2011, 21:25

Here in the dear capital city of Ireland, Dublin, in this tiny corner near the airport, there are two women, mother and daughter, who live together.

The mother tells the daughter what she is missing. Her sister and brother, and the friendly, likeable homeless guy who happens to sleep in her (the daughter’s) room. Yet the daughter knows not of these magical people.

Also time seems to fluctuate. Maybe there is a time warp somewhere in the house. Or the dear mother is unstuck in time?

Well, the dear daughter is trapped in her own protective prison and feels alone, even though she can see she is not alone. However, dear mother has become unstuck in time, and the walls are encroaching in, relentlessly.

The dear daughter needs to break down her own walls in order to climb over these encroaching walls to be with Mother who feels alone and isolated.

However, in doing so, sacrifices are made. This is not a problem. The walls are the problem. And the being unstuck in time.

The Visitor

26 September 2013, 19:44

The Visitor.

Wiping the table repeatedly with my fingers.
Wipe.
Wipe.
Wipe.
Someone came.
Wipe.
Wipe.
someone sat beside me.
Wipe.
Wipe.
Someone hugged me.
Wipe.
Wipe.
The Face came from around the corner.
Wipe.
Wipe.
Someone hugged me protectively.
Weep.
Weep.
The Face walked up to me, and Contorted aggressively.
Weep.
Weep.
The Face Left.
Wipe.
Wipe.
Someone gave me tissues to wipe my nose.
Wipe.
Wipe.
The Face returned and Contorted again.
Stare Calmly.
Stare Calmly.
The Face gave me tissues from his pocket.
Wipe.
Wipe.
Someone asked me if I was ok.
Wipe.
Wipe.
I don’t know. Stop asking me questions.
Wipe.
Wipe.