Marie McGrath
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Things that have saved me:
Animals
Music
Sense of Humor
Writing
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Work in Progress
Rosa had found a job in Toronto so had moved out, leaving a bedroom where Chloë had her privacy in the sprawling di Angelo home. Gary had wanted Luca to stay in their apartment until he’d found another roommate but, though he still was based at his shared accommodation with his long-time friend, Luca headed directly to the restaurant every day after finishing his shift. Carm had said he could reclaim his childhood bedroom as soon as he found a new home for all the restaurant stock that had replaced him when he had departed to room with Gary.
By Marie McGrathabout a year ago in Chapters
Face It
I'm old. Sadly, I'm very old. I'm older than, for many reasons, I'd ever thought I'd be. I don't know how it happened. One minute I was whining about how hard it was to get a job without years of experience then, seemingly moments later, I was bemoaning the reality of the senior citizen.
By Marie McGrathabout a year ago in Humor
Work in Progress. Top Story - January 2025.
Chloë and Luca spent the rest of that Thanksgiving weekend evening on the dance floor and, to Chloë’s absolute delight, exchanged telephone numbers and addresses for future correspondence. Chloë had always been a prolific letter writer, but she promised herself she would pace her communication with him. For his part, Luca wasn’t much for the written form, but he had her phone number and fully planned for a get-together when Chloë was back at university. He knew she lived with her parents so he’d have to play it cool, but he was taken – finally, Chloë thought – with her and planned to see her often, if that was something she’d want. He hoped that, on his return to university the following year, they would build on their budding relationship.
By Marie McGrathabout a year ago in Chapters
Chapter Two
“I’m not telling you again, Jeffy. Leave your sister alone. Stop bugging her.” Jeffy was in no mood to stop what he was doing, but Esme started crying loudly to make the situation worse. He glared at her and willed her to stop before their mother came to sort things out. Jeffy knew his Mom was not feeling well. She hadn’t been the same since his Dad had been killed. At 7, he was now the man of the family and he didn’t much like that idea. He felt disloyal to his father, as if he were trying to take his place. The tears had stopped, but he still felt the world had turned against him and his family.
By Marie McGrathabout a year ago in Chapters
Glory
I touch their softness My hand caresses rough manes Glorious sanction
By Marie McGrathabout a year ago in Poets
One Husband Too Many
Detective Munn toed the knife, moving it just a scintilla away from the body. “Why did I do that?” he wondered to himself. His 27 years of police work taught him explicitly not to touch a murder weapon. Or an assumed murder weapon. It could have been a suicide, but how many people kill themselves with a knife? It seemed a particularly barbaric route to choose.
By Marie McGrathabout a year ago in Chapters
