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He will approach the topic by making his girlfriend smile, telling her about the toys. He uttered, “They named them Silky and…,” but she interrupted right then. “I have too many stimuli on this busy sidewalk… and non-gallant Donegal farmers have sucked my energy dry.” He objected, “Only three words!” but she was insistent, “Wait until I recover… I’m so knackered and nauseated… do you want to pull Tripsta?”

And here is when his childhood, with a high-strung, hysterical mother, flashed in front of his eyes… in his memory membrane… He froze up inside himself in spite of still clutching the hot bottle… Even though his girlfriend announced that she’d “just come back to life” and he was now permitted to start talking about his day…

He attempted to utter the three words but a spasm incapacitated his throat. Holding back tears, he dropped Tripsta’s handle and sped up towards George’s Quay, where J.J. Kavanaugh & Sons coaches to Waterford stopped, repeating to himself what she wouldn’t hear: “Silky and Milky.”


Margarita Meklina

Margarita Meklina is a Russian-born bilingual writer who works and lives in the city of Dublin. An author of the recently published young adult novel ‘The Little Gaucho Who Loved Don Quixote’, as well as six collections of short stories in Russian, she is a regular contributor of literary fiction and essays to such magazines as The Honest Ulsterman, The Galway Review, The Brooklyn Rail, The Cumberland River Review, The Red Earth Review, Words Without Borders, and many others. Her work in translation from Russian was also published in Norton Anthology’s Flash Fiction International, Mad Hatters’s Review, Eleven Eleven by California College of Arts and Crafts, and Russian Life.