The Ending Never Story « Ah, grand so.

I boarded the train to Ghent and was about to open my book when two people sat down next to me. A young man you could imagine working in a clothes shop on Liffey street, and a woman in her 40's whose manner and physical appearance were ... It's a large hotel filled with Kenyan middle class families. You order tea, when one of the very few white guests overhears you, and asks where you're from. He's in his 30's and from Wicklow. You gladly pull up a seat and have a long ...