Sara has known the town clock face her whole life, but tonight it seems changed. The hands move through five minutes whilst she's standing at the window watching, yet she cannot see them moving. It waits for her to blink.
Mrs Doherty said Da's head hadn't so much rolled down Clare Road as bounced. That mothers walking to school had pulled their children to their stomachs shading them with their winter coats from The Terrible Sight.
My church prayed before a dreamboat Jesus. Twice on Sundays we tilted our faces to Him and although His hands were nailed, His ribs gashed and His feet squished awkwardly together, it was plain to all, He did that crucifix proud.
Fionnuala lived on a farm with her family, in a little village two miles south of Tipperary. Their house had thick stone walls and a slate roof, and a wooden kitchen table with eight chairs squeezed around it.