The leprechaun dance
The storm that we all knew so well was coming. For days that is all we heard. How big it would be. How long the power could be out. Towers and houses would come down. Lives would be lost. Residents stockpiled candles, tinned foods and warm clothes. Critical patients were flown to hospitals inlands. And those who could left. The majority stayed.
I was on my way to Mark and his wife, who had once almost been my wife. The foolish attempt caused several misunderstandings and mischiefs on my behalf. I was neither young nor ignorant. My bipolar disorder was at that time uncontrollably and mostly horrific. My actions, due to the medication made me hallucinate.
Whilst I drove, I saw the train station. The station had turned