SPIKE

Municipal officials argued the city needs a symbol, a monument. So they commissioned artists for ideas. The winning entry was a 120 meter tall, stainless steel, pin-like structure.  Oblivious to the irony of a city devastated by a heroin epidemic,  they called it The Spire. Dublin people call it The Spike.

FRY

  Having spent two months grafting under this chef's brutal regime , Gordon has no room for compassion and is deaf to the pleas of this popinjay now trussed up on a hook in the freezer. 'I'll freeze to death in here,' he cries. 'No, you won't,' Gordon smiles, 'You will fry.'

OPAQUE

  His words resounded with sincerity, they rang with meaning and truth but she knew, from bitter experience, how action's note carries a clearer sound where light resides in transparency and lies, however attractively adorned to soothe, assuage or persuade but can never prevail and will always be revealed as opaque.

CUSP

  Bad hearing was not an asset in his line of business and most of the time he got away with visual interpretation and lip reading. But when he hesitated before making a decision, a goon giggled, mumbling. He shot him, asking what? He said you were on the cusp. Oh.

PRUDENT

  She has the world at her feet, she can command whatever price she wants because her talents, the critics say, is immeasurable. So when she sets up her own corporation with publishing, script writing and audio-visual arms, some people say she is foolish. The smart ones say she is prudent.

PAUSE

  The path is clear but he waits. It's a dark. cloudy evening. The moon, momentarily unshackled, casts deep shadows among the poplar pathway. He waits. A light breeze gusts a funnel of brush, dust and leaves. The cat emerges, strolls languorously, out of sight. The mouse sighs, happy to pause.  

PASSPORT

  She feels free if not entirely painless. Spending half her adolescence teetering on her mother's heels, working her way from sensible hockey ref to drop dead diva with six inch stilettos, her calves twinged, her toes cramped. The man at the desk doesn't buy it. Damn, that's old me's passport.