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Gu-Gu-Geoghegan — Chapter 31 of 32

Luke bent down to look under the stall doors and craned his neck around the half wall which hid the urinals. When he was sure he had the place all to himself he stood in front of the mirror and … Continue reading →

Gu-Gu-Geoghegan — Chapter 30 of 32

“Wu-wu-would you . . . Shit,” said Luke. He tried again. “Can I buy you a drink?” He smiled. “Can I buy you a drink? Can I buy you a drink? Can I buy you a drink?” He laughed and … Continue reading →

Gu-Gu-Geoghegan — Chapter 29 of 32

Luke’s eyes bulged and his pale face reddened. “What the fu-fu-fuck do you mean you’re not doing it-doing it any-anymore?” he said. “Exactly what it means. I’m not doing it anymore with you. It’s over. Curtains. I’m calling time. No … Continue reading →

Gu-Gu-Geoghegan — Chapter 28 of 32

Now, young fella,” said Vincent, “that’s enough about your troubles. It’s time for Uncle Vincent to get some stuff off his ample chest.” Senán laughed. He had spent the duration of one of Vincent’s cigarettes filling him in on what … Continue reading →

Gu-Gu-Geoghegan — Chapter 27 of 32

 Luke had never wanted anyone as badly as he wanted Máire Ní Mhainnín. Unlike the normal pattern his “cases” followed, the more he watched her, the more he needed to watch her. It usually went through three phases: the early … Continue reading →

Gu-Gu-Geoghegan — Chapter 26 of 32

That Tuesday, Senán did not go to work in Francie’s. In fact, he never again set foot in the shop as an employee. He sent Luke a short text message notifying him of his retirement from shelf stacking, effective immediately. … Continue reading →

Gu-Gu-Geoghegan — Chapter 25 of 32

Senán’s Monday was turning out memorable for all the wrong reasons. After struggling to hurry Farrah out of his flat, then racing into college in his old car and dropping her at the main bus stop on campus, he had … Continue reading →

Gu-Gu-Geoghegan — Chapter 24 of 32

“At last,” said Senán out loud. “Yippee!” He took off his coat and walked from the kitchenette to his living room-cum-bedroom. “Getting warm in here as well. Brill.” It was Sunday, three days after Christmas. A cold snap had gripped … Continue reading →

Gu-Gu-Geogheghan — Chapter 23 of 32

In spite of a festive atmosphere in Francie’s so thick it could have been cut with a knife, Senán did not feel at all Christmassy that Tuesday night. The Christmas songs on rotation over the shop’s PA may as well … Continue reading →

Gu-Gu-Geoghegan — Chapter 22 of 36

“No fucking way, man,” said Vincent. “You tell them nothing. There’s nothing to be gained by it.” “That’s assuming he stops when I tell him to stop.” “And why wouldn’t he stop?” “Why would he? Why is he doing it … Continue reading →