Marie McGrath
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Things that have saved me:
Animals
Music
Sense of Humor
Writing
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Work in Progress. Top Story - January 2025.
Chloë and Luca spent the rest of that Thanksgiving weekend evening on the dance floor and, to Chloë’s absolute delight, exchanged telephone numbers and addresses for future correspondence. Chloë had always been a prolific letter writer, but she promised herself she would pace her communication with him. For his part, Luca wasn’t much for the written form, but he had her phone number and fully planned for a get-together when Chloë was back at university. He knew she lived with her parents so he’d have to play it cool, but he was taken – finally, Chloë thought – with her and planned to see her often, if that was something she’d want. He hoped that, on his return to university the following year, they would build on their budding relationship.
By Marie McGrathabout a year ago in Chapters
Chapter Two
“I’m not telling you again, Jeffy. Leave your sister alone. Stop bugging her.” Jeffy was in no mood to stop what he was doing, but Esme started crying loudly to make the situation worse. He glared at her and willed her to stop before their mother came to sort things out. Jeffy knew his Mom was not feeling well. She hadn’t been the same since his Dad had been killed. At 7, he was now the man of the family and he didn’t much like that idea. He felt disloyal to his father, as if he were trying to take his place. The tears had stopped, but he still felt the world had turned against him and his family.
By Marie McGrathabout a year ago in Chapters
Glory
I touch their softness My hand caresses rough manes Glorious sanction
By Marie McGrathabout a year ago in Poets
One Husband Too Many
Detective Munn toed the knife, moving it just a scintilla away from the body. “Why did I do that?” he wondered to himself. His 27 years of police work taught him explicitly not to touch a murder weapon. Or an assumed murder weapon. It could have been a suicide, but how many people kill themselves with a knife? It seemed a particularly barbaric route to choose.
By Marie McGrathabout a year ago in Chapters
OK. I was wrong
The phrase, ‘It was better being 20 in the ’70s than being 70 in the ‘20s is the signature realization of every baby- and near-baby boomer. Whoever first said or wrote this truism was right. Actually I thought I had been the first to think of it, but I’m at that age where, though the odd rebel yell may be muffled, it still boasts a modicum of truth.
By Marie McGrathabout a year ago in Writers
