Stuck in a Teenage Rut

The last time we met was in a queue at the twenty-four-hour petrol station on St Stephen’s Day.

I was gasping for a cigarette, and you were high and had the munchies.

You hadn’t changed a bit — but not in a good way.

In between the giggles and the scatology you were still raking over old ground:

The dalliance you had with that older woman when you were seventeen and how all our teachers were pricks.

You had not grown up since then.

In fact I would say you were diminished;

Horizons set low, outlook shuttered by drugs and disappointment.

I felt sad for you who was a rebel in school and never tired of telling us that you were getting out of town as soon as the exams were over.

You never got out and the last I heard was that you were on the line of a factory that made ventilation units.

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About ucronin

Born in the country town of Ennis, Co. Clare, Ireland in 1975, I now live in Madrid with my partner and two young daughters and work in a research institute. While I was always a hungry reader and harboured vague notions of being a writer, as a young man writing was the furthest thing from my mind; after leaving school, I did a B.Sc. in Biotechnology in Galway's NUI, an M.Sc. in Plant Science in University College Cork and a Ph.D. in Microbiology in the University of Limerick, the plan being to dedicate my professional career to scientific research. While having written extensively within my technical scientific field, I had never contemplated becoming a writer of fiction until a road-to-Damascus moment on the N69 between Listowel and Tarbert, Co. Kerry in the summer of 2011. Since then, most of my spare time has been occupied with writing. In whatever other free moments I have, I like to listen to music, play the guitar and garden (which here in Madrid means a lot of watering of plants and spraying for red spider mite). My ambition is to become as good a writer as I possibly can, eventually freeing myself from the cold clutches of science and earning a living through my scribblings. The type of writing that excites me is honest, intelligent, well-constructed and richly descriptive.
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