Teardrops by Martin Keaveney

Teardrops, by Martin Keaveney

The dog had been missing since morning. It was getting late in the day, but I still wasn’t too keen on going home to dad at the dinner table to tell him there was no sign of Del Boy and we’d have to put an ad. out on local radio. I’d been asking at the houses on the boreen where Del Boy had gone off on his travels. There was only one place left, and I’d kind of hoped I...

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