• Michael Noctor

End of an Era

There was nothing sweet about the bitter end to Esperanza's time in this world. I told her she was going to Carville - where all good cars end up - when she was en route to Crusherville.

The irony of Espe spending her last hours on the 'green' that was the location of the worst banes of my life! I took some snaps of her, feeling at least forty years younger than my old age of fifty-six, but it's okay and I know that, and that all the negative shite in our heads needs to be treated with the knowledge that it is 'shite.'

I have to think of a name for the new girl in my life.