Waiting on Ernie Scenes from an open Dublin Legal Clinic by E F Fluff

Waiting on Ernie Scenes from an open Dublin Legal Clinic   Waiting at open legal clinics is often bleak. Today a man in his middle to late twenties came in. Thinning nondescript brown hair plastered in feathers to his head, he’d obviously been running and was having difficulty. As there were no more seats, he…

If you have to say anything, say nothing at all by E F Fluff

On a little island on the edge of the world. That you’ll be tortured, degraded, humiliated, and ultimately, hardened to a strange faraway horizon point no one else will really understand; was something, we all, ultimately, later, laughed about. There was a time, where if these childhood experiences fractured you, to a point of inability…

Why I don’t remember my Aunt Letty by E F Fluff

I was seven or eight when my parent told me I was adopted. It happened over dinner. “Yeah” Flippant, I was initially too worried whether there would be enough gravy for me to make my potato swamp. It wasn’t a big deal – I think I’d always known – like I’d always known I was…

Mittens and The Economist by E F Fluff

They told me he deserves what he had coming to him. That it was about time. That, he’d always been a bit of an asshole. It was a wonder it’d taken so long. They often say that.   An asshole? When we were young, when we were kids; he always hit to hurt. Always went…

Warm Snow by E F Fluff

It’s so cold the pink-dappled-green-brown-bubbled phlegm just sits on top of the snow. Normally it’d sink down a bit. There’s no time to the memory. It becomes endlessly repeating. The room is small. As you walk in, to your right, the entire wall was a mirrored wardrobe. Two-fifths of this was side-by-side shoe racks, another,…

The strange tale of the Disco Loris by EF Fluff

The strange tale of the Disco Loris I met him at a rave. Or, to be more exact, the after-rave of a rave. He was a blonde, whippet skinny, and a skater. He mumbled, and spoke in constant oscillation from normal to almost incomprehensible nasty comment peppered sub-frequencies, and on to furious infrasound muttering. He…