Crannog / No - Crannóg
Crannog / No - Crannóg
Crannog / No - Crannóg
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<strong>Crannóg</strong> <strong>No</strong> 7 winter 2004<br />
emerges from the trees. Fuck’s sake I didn’t want to talk<br />
with him. He is as drunk as he was on the day he died.<br />
“Right Arnie…what are you going to do when you leave<br />
school?”<br />
“Dunno”<br />
“Most of us have to make a living,” he says.<br />
I curl up in the sheets.<br />
“Come on lad…what are you good at…”<br />
“<strong>No</strong>thing.”<br />
“Gar… Gar O’Donnell private. In Philadelphia, Here I<br />
Come.”<br />
“I never learnt that one,” I say.<br />
“You have…I know you have…the floorboards are worn<br />
away with your walking.”<br />
“I…”<br />
“You walk while you recite the lines… I know you do…<br />
come on.”<br />
“Fuck’s sake…”<br />
“Mind your mouth.”<br />
“Leave me alone.”<br />
“Come on,” he says<br />
“All right, here goes… I’ll fuck up… I always fuck up,” I<br />
get up off the bed. “Directions. Walk to centre beach….<br />
fuck there’s not enough room here… tides in… ah well<br />
he’ll have to make allowances… private gets slowly to his<br />
feet. He stands looking down at him. Daddy’s changing…<br />
longer nose… dead eyes… flat face… He’s Gar’s father now…<br />
here goes... accentuate the <strong>No</strong>rthern accent… God maybe<br />
Screwballs…. isn’t that a nice name for a father? It was an<br />
afternoon of 15 years ago…<br />
“Get a move on Arnie.”<br />
Fuck the lines, I’ll do my own stuff. “We went down the<br />
forest park and you put the jeep in the car park next to<br />
some old green car. The paint was peeling and rust<br />
worn. You didn’t take the lads I think not, because they<br />
couldn’t make it but because you wanted me. We were<br />
going to plant conkers the way you did in Barna when<br />
you were a child. Didn’t I run ahead of you most of the<br />
time… I was looking to see if there were imaginary<br />
dragons on the path. Maybe I would protect you with<br />
that great big imaginary shield I always took. There was<br />
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