The Dog and the Android
The dog had learned the shape of absence before he learned the shape of the ruined streets that now surrounded him. His human — a woman whose smell of woodsmoke and warm brea...
Argos and Ulysses
“There lay the hound Argos, full of vermin; yet even now, when he marked Odysseus standing near, he wagged his tail and dropped both his ears, but nearer to his master he had no...
No Place like Home
The sea had been hard on him that day, the swell rising grey and indifferent under a sky that gave nothing away. But as the boat turned for home now the choppy water settled by de...
A Connemara Pastoral
I. Dawn
The green door opened before the sun had fully committed itself to the day, and Moss was through it in the same breath, as though the door and the dog were parts of a...
Sharing Grief
The fire in the front room burned hot and steady, throwing its colour halfway across the worn pattern of the rug before the cold reasserted itself near the window. Snow had been fallin...
The Weight of New Beginning
The puppy was almost asleep. This was her first night in a new house. She was stressed because she had left her mum and the familiar environment she used to know before t...