Maenads in the Terminal

Fiction

21st June 2023

A story from Mary O’Donoghue’s new collection, The Hour After Happy Hour.

Anamnesis

Fiction

1st March 2023

‘I have a habit of telling stories too fast, expecting a coherent narrative to spring up from a few words flimsily strung together on a string. The problem is words words words. The more neatly I arrange them, the more they lose their flavour.’

Not Any Old Hundred Years

Fiction

2nd February 2023

‘I remember my uncle cutting his toe nails with a razor blade. I remember my father drunk from Sunday to Sunday. There has to be a monument to the failures as well.’

Happiness

Fiction

14th December 2022

‘Something always came down like a guillotine to split her life in two, so that on one side was happiness, and on the other, the present.’

Tomahawk

Fiction

9th November 2022

‘This was in Montpellier, in 2012. He was a legionnaire from Birmingham; his reclaimed name was Roger, and he was the most intelligent murderer I have ever met.’

[Cue happiness]

Fiction

5th October 2022

‘In the hours and days after seeing Eugene, I was particularly bad: sobbing uncontrollably, vomiting, roaring into the hell’s bells of night. I prayed for typhus, Asiatic cholera, plain old consumption, anything that would do the job for me. I had no way to impart how terrible and terrified I felt except to write it down.’

Chemistry Read

Fiction

7th September 2022

‘Her husband was asleep beside her, snoring gently, and she lay, breathing shallowly, planning her next move.’ 

Fetishes 

Fiction

10th August 2022

‘Marcello's not a guy who likes used underwear, old shoes or bare feet. He’s a perfectionist, or maybe just a hypocrite.’

Sleep Watchers

Fiction

17th June 2022

‘Over Zoom one night, a therapist tucks her dark hair behind her ears and introduces herself as Maeve. They are about the same age, in their late thirties. She doesn’t ask about Orla’s childhood, or root around for scars. She says, Tell me what’s happening.’