From Darling Jim:

IT ALL BEGAN with a faulty fuel line, you see. Why didn’t I just keep riding past? You be the judge. Pull up a chair and help me figure it out. Because as God is my witness, I still don’t understand all of it.

It was barely three years ago, at home in Castletownbere. Some time in May, I think.

 

Bronagh's Confessional

A 5-piece serialized story