Glorious Exploits

by Ferdia Lennon

I say words that I hope will give you some of the pain I feel.

“It’s us now. You’ll never be alone again.”

I cover my hands with my face, and there’s still the scent of her skin on my fingers.

What people expect rarely happens. Things that seem impossible come to pass. It’s always been the way. The gods have the best seats in town, and we’re their favourite show.

Common sense is common, has no imagination, and only works by precedent. It leaves the man who follows it poorer, if not in pocket, then in his heart. Fuck common sense.

bite the gold and taste the yellow wealth,