Tag: Galway

  • Washing-up Wrangling

    “Hey, Red!” Diarmuid morosely looked up from the lukewarm sink that held two stained metal plates, and narrowed his eyes as he beheld the stocky younger boy with the fangs and green patches of skin next to the draining board. “What is it, Grady?” “Me name’s Tomás. Nurse said you could use a hand.” “I…