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Her mobile started to buzz in her pocket and she whipped it out “Hi Mam — yes — medical wing, third floor — great! See ya soon.”
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“There’s cattle in the field beside us. Mam was wild upset with the farmer, said he starved an injured cow”.
“When she calmed down do ya know what she said?”
“She said ‘Karma’s a wonderful thing Saoirse, it has a way of catching up with you in the end’”.
“Aye, what goes around comes around. She reckoned he’ll get his comeuppance one day.”
Foley got agitated. The drool started again.
“Easy there, it’s OK. Let me get that Mr. Foley”.
Saoirse was wiping his face when the ward door opened.
Foley stared up at me. There was pain in his glassy brown eyes.
Trish is the winner of ‘The Leitrim Guardian 2017 Literary Award for Poetry’. She has read many stories and poems on BBC Radio Ulster’s ‘Time of Our Lives’ (2016). In 2016, she received a bursary to attend “The John Hewitt Summer School” in Armagh. She was long listed for the Over the Edge ‘New Writer of the Year award’ in 2013. Her stories and poems have been published in ‘The Galway Review’, ‘Spark’, ’Ireland’s Own’, ‘The Leitrim Guardian’, Poetry In Motion’s ‘New Belfast Poetry Map’ & ‘Making Memories’ anthologies and the Fermanagh Writer’s ‘Tails of the Unexpected’ Anthology.
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