Susan O'REILLY

“Getting Siobhán Back” by Susan O'REILLY

Submitted to Contest #267

This retirement lark is killing me. Boredom has settled in big time. Looking up at the sky I decide it’s a day for a picnic basket for one and a good book. This would have been a big thrill back in the day; just to have the time to do it would have been wonderful. Now it is a common occurrence, weather permitting.  Go to the fridge cannot wait to see what delights are waiting, I jest, the usual array of cheese and beetroot, ah hidden in the back, a slice of turkey, a veritable feast. I have asked her I don’t kno...

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“Thank you stupid Cupid” by Susan O'REILLY

I had went to bed crying into my pillow, literally trying to smother and drown my sadness. I began sailing along in a fantastical dream, floating away from my troubles. Drifting in and out of waves I am lazily blowing bubbles. Suddenly I am caught in a whirlpool, circling out of control, I am dragged down into a hole. The hole was the opening to a well, its wondrous treasure made my heart swell. There were trinkets of all shapes and sizes, one resembled my engagement ring, which made me sad all over again as I didn’t need it any more. Far do...

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“Long may the sun keep Shining” by Susan O'REILLY

Submitted to Contest #262

A family caravan park in Salthill in County Galway, Ireland was our parent’s choice of holiday destination for a lot of my childhood. It’s probably where I developed my love for the sea, always calming and soothing to me. The smells, the sights, the ice-creams, and of course the many friends won and lost on the beach, won and lost over and over on some days. The best days where when the sun was splitting the trees and we all got to show our knees.I’m remembering one holiday when I was eleven, all excited about meeting my friends again, not c...

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“Weaver of Dreams” by Susan O'REILLY

Submitted to Contest #261

I wake up and realize today's the day I can go visit Mrs. Rogers. I had to wait until I was sixteen to see what could not be seen. People entered her establishment and came out in many getup's. Fairies, witches and goblins abound. It was Halloween every day whether in October or May. This was just the norm but what fascinated me is Mrs. Rogers herself never changed her outfit. She was constantly in black and on her weave was no thread. My mam had heard countless questions over the years.“Mam she’s always weaving but never changes her clothes...

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“Making him mine.” by Susan O'REILLY

I was hooked on his dance moves first, he always made me get into his groove and start to move. I was obsessed with the way he moved his body, my soul he possessed his actions often remembered when I undressed. I then moved onto his eyes and was once again, a drooling, smitten kitten. You know what they say about good dancers don’t you I certainly couldn’t stop thinking and imagining it. The only trouble was he was my best friend’s new beau and beautiful though he was, he wasn’t mine. Right there and then I decided he was going to be mine an...

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“Picture Perfect” by Susan O'REILLY

Submitted to Contest #258

What the hell? My past has just come flooding back, yes, that is indeed me?   Wow, I must admit I look gorgeous. This realization pleases me and then instantly depresses me, if it was a photograph of me now with all my flaws I would sue the ass of the photographer. These days they can change a digital image to portray what they want but not back then, any imperfections removed within a moment. I scour the faces of my students. The more mature of them are looking my image in the eye and take it all in apprec...

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