Come Into the Light

I’ve been toying with the idea of writing a story in dialogue-only for a while. Ireland is in my mind a lot lately, as I research my next novel. This came to me in the middle of a sleepless night and I remembered enough to write it down. It serves as an introduction to my new Writing Page.

I know you’re there.

“Ears like a hawk, you.”

Come into the light, where I can see you.”

“Not yet.”

Will you join me in a dram?

“It’ll kill you, that stuff.”

Ah well, we all have to go sometime.

“That’s for sure.”

Come into the light, my heart’s sore to see you.

“In a while.”

How did it go? Everybody safe?

“We hit some trouble.”

I was afraid of that, it’s a dirty old night.

“Not the rain. They were at the bridge.”

B Specials?

“Them, and a few boys from the RUC.”

Ah, Christ, Is anybody lost?

“Murphy, Donovan, the Fitz brothers.”

God rest their souls.

“We never stood a chance, Da.”

But you came back, thanks be to God.

“Aye, I promised, come hell or high water.”

Come into the light, son.

“For only a minute. I can’t stay.”

Oh, sweet Mary, Mother of God! Your face …

“Listen, they’re at the door. I must go.”

Stay, son … you need help. Wait …

“I kept my promise, Da …”

… while I open the door.

“Mr McParland, it’s about your son. You’d better sit down.”

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