Feb 28, 2012
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Volume Five (Full Circle) Extract.

As Saturday 3rd March and the release of Volume Five of One Short Story To Be Told inches ever closer – it’s on this Saturday 3rd March: 7.30pm Mr Bradley’s Barrack St, Cork – I’m reminded that an extract is in order. Mind you I may have forgotten if I had not been invited to be a guest on Frank Hanover’s radio show Word’s on Top today. If you’d like to hear a spoken word version of the extract from Full Circle visit this page.

For those who prefer the written word just read on. 88*Googolplex leyton/Stan

From across the road Jim McGrath watched the old man, his old teacher he corrected (stay with the facts, his therapist always said), gaze at the clock. His view was peppered not just by passers by, but also by the scraps of tape and posters that decorated the shop window; book club seeks members; open mike session at The LV; owners seeking a missing dog and cat; reward for the dog – the cat isn’t so special.
The shop was busy this morning, and Jim watched the easy movement of the clientele with interest. Post incarceration he enjoyed watching people go about everyday business.
It felt exotic.
For a moment Jim wondered if any of the shop’s clientele knew just how lucky there were. But then he had wondered the same thing many times since, on a rainy November day, he had exited the prison he had refused throughout his stay to call home.
‘Prison does that to a man’, his therapist had told him more than once. And those words swirled in Jim’s mind as he watched the shop’s customers glide past each other.
Noting the silky, at times near imperceptible, adjustments shoppers made to pass each other, Jim began to relax. The tension that had kept him coiled as tight as the rubber bands in a golf ball since he had landed here in New York eased. His stomach unfurled a little. A soft breeze tickled his face. And, enjoying the cool, light touch, Jim shut his eyes.
For a moment the demons he had battled to control for so many years hovered horribly on the edge of his mind. But then, as sunshine exploited a gap in the morning cloud, a smile flickered on his lips.
Images of a sleek, glistening cod breaking a still lake, its tail frantically flapping at the air danced in his mind. He heard water splash on concrete and the dull thud of a wooden club. He saw the Leatherman slip effortlessly along a shimmering gut, entrails spill onto concrete, blood licking cracks. And then he heard his mother scream (as she always did) when the listless form was waved beneath her nose, and the smack of lips that filled their kitchen as the catch was devoured. His smile broadened when the laughter that danced around the table as they sang “Fresh dead fish. Fresh dead fish” peeled in his head.

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But in this modern world stories find it increasingly difficult to be told. The age old practice of gathering around fires to relate tales of yore and now has all but disappeared. Magazines are increasingly fussy. Writers increasingly frustrated. They write the stories, try to find them a home, but are rejected time and time again. So the stories lie idle, their tiny hearts still beating, but drowned out in the chaos of the modern world.

But they still want to be heard. They still want to find someone that loves them, and then someone else, and someone else and...

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