Now and again I get a visitor, somebody dropping by to use the place to lay low or get some R&R. They don’t say much, just take what they need and leave. Like a ghost.

It’s a small town in the west of Ireland with a small population. Small enough to only have one police officer posted here part time who spends most of his shift asleep. Small enough to have a train roll right past on its way to somewhere else, but no station. No need, nobody was coming or going anywhere.

He climbs to his knees and looks out over the town by peeking over the wall.

Steve: Oh yeah… This shit hole.

He returns to the notebook:

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