This is an interesting Irish short story by Mr. Eoin Flynn, written in 2004 and copyright Eoin Flynn. It's hard to categorize this story. It seems wistful at first, yet has elements that are downright supernatural towards the end, even a bit of a horror story, even. Who needs a category, eh?
This is a short read to test my new pop filter (which worked) but I was recording late-ish and it's not my best read by far. My attempts to lapse into a Gaelic accent are awful, but I was game to give it a go.