How Now Brown Cow?

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go to link The Sister kept the new nurse busy with bedpans and bandages but she always found time to refill his empty glass, close a window or put on the TV.  Over the coming days she to helped him practise the exercises the therapists had shown him.  With the young nurses help, he started to regain some of his strength.  Dr. Jordan was impressed when he came to review his progress.  The left hand was starting to work again and his speech was returning, if a little slurred.  

see “It says in the notes that the stroke occurred while you were burying a dead cow.”  

“Yssss” said Foley.  

“You’re coming on Mr Foley but I’m afraid you’ll have to quit the farming.”

After Dr. Jordan left, the young nurse pulled the blankets back up on Foley.  She put the bed on a tilt so he could see the TV.  

Her mobile started to buzz in her pocket and she whipped it out “Hi Mam — yes — medical wing, third floor — great! See ya soon.”

“YoorrMammm?” said Foley.  

“Yes.  We’re getting a new dog from the sanctuary. I can’t wait!”  

“Do you have a dog Mr. Foley?”

“N-n-n-o, juzzzt cowzz”.

“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.   

“Hi Mam”.  

“Hi Saoirse.”

Foley stared up at me.   There was pain in his glassy brown eyes.


Trish Bennett

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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