Category 52 S | Prompt 22 | Week 22: Sister

Lucy walked down the guesthouse hallway. The air felt thick with hints of last night’s gravy and old slippers creeping under numbered doors. A toilet flushed and the sound of a man’s thick cough penetrated the wall. A floral carpet…...

Aisling sat at the canteen table waiting for Ken to return with the tray of goods. She had offered to help but he insisted. Garda Headquarters was always an odd place. There were people here, special people and she pictured…...

  Brigid rubs her palms across the front of her skirt as she waits for the hall to quieten. Benches scratch the floor as people seat themselves. Some of the pamphlets Eileen has placed on the seats float to the…...