Grave Designs by Mike O’Reilly
They say blood is thicker than water, but some friendships are made of thicker stuff still.
There is no surer sign of damnation than the need to pay a priest for a eulogy.
He whispered the prayers.
His hand was trembling and his eyes were black hollows burrowed into his skull. A three-day growth filled the hollows of his cheeks.
Johnny’s corpse had looked healthier before they closed the lid.
The priest finished and folded a once-purple stole into the pocket of his coat and turned away without saying a word.
There wasn’t much more to say. Johnny wasn’t a good man, but he was my mate.… Read the rest