By Donal Hayes
The flirting came as a surprise as we linked up for the Siege of Ennis. Dancing and weaving, since time began, our eyes and smiles and hearts locked in sunlit shafts in the warm, July, Irish College evening.
Later, we kissed my first kiss, at 14. Whatever happened to my only love?
Freagra. She is married in Perth, is still beautiful, and every St. Patrick’s Day in the club when they play the Siege of Ennis, she has to step outside. She closes her eyes and runs her fingers through your soft curls and kisses your milky breath one more, gentle time.
Ah now, thanks for the memory of this. It had escaped me, lost in the chaos of life’s worries. I think of the girls, the fun and the flirting before expectations.
That sent shivers down my spine. I can so remember the Irish College! Great use of the word Freagra 🙂