VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Ryan Quinn Flanagan

First in Class He showed up early that morning. Sat in his usual chair at the back of the class. Beside the periodic table on the wall with all those initials and never any explanation. He opened a book from the library and pretended to be reading. People reading always seemed like they were pretendingContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Ryan Quinn Flanagan”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Windows, Horses Broken Vandal remnants, an old sweeper of glass in an ill-fitting smock, almost embarrassed to look up as if he has faltered in some unnameable way – windows, horses broken, three different colours of graffiti which may suggest the number of guilty parties, morning foot traffic walking by on the wide, careful notContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Ryan Quinn Flanagan”