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O'Connell Bridge - Pt. 11
“I guess I need two weeks off starting June 25.” LC sat in the Human Resources office at New Hanover Medical Center. “I’ve been sending apps for grad school but haven’t had an acceptance yet. So, I suppose when I come back from my trip, I will be available to reassume my duties at the ER—North.”
Dub WrightPublished 5 years ago in HumansO'Connell Bridge - Pt. 10
“Really Cait, two weeks in Ireland, I guess. My reservations are for a hotel in Dublin—the Ashling. The travel agent said it is a four star.”
Dub WrightPublished 5 years ago in HumansO'Connell Bridge - Pt. 9
Arthur and Big Mac were eating tacos when LC walked into the living room. “Any left?” Arthur nodded toward the frig. “A couple of bean burritos. Where were you the other night?”
Dub WrightPublished 5 years ago in HumansO'Connell Bridge - Pt. 8
Low level activities and boredom are common for night workers. Sleep patterns are askew and normal social life is often abridged. On his day off, LC found his way to BoJangles for lunch after his usual morning nap. Working at the ER was so mentally exhausting that he often went to his apartment and crashed for a couple of hours. “I need a sweet tea fix,” he told the cashier when he paid for his chicken biscuit and sweet tea.
Dub WrightPublished 5 years ago in HumansO'Connell Bridge - Pt. 7
“The New Hanover Hospital Emergency Room on North Highway 17 rocked all night long,” according to LC. He sipped his coffee and glanced at the morning sports section.
Dub WrightPublished 5 years ago in HumansO'Connell Bridge - Pt. 6
When LC got off work the next morning, Caitlin met him on the stairs. “We’re going to the beach, and you’re coming with us.”
Dub WrightPublished 5 years ago in HumansO'Connell Bridge - Pt. 5
LC thought about checking on Caitlin before he climbed the stairs to his apartment, but with exhaustion quickly overtaking his body, he forced himself up the stairs and to his room. The apartment was quiet and empty. “Good, Mac’s not back.” LC put on his noise suppression headphones and collapsed on his bed.
Dub WrightPublished 5 years ago in HumansO'Connell Bridge - Pt. 4
LC sat in his truck the next morning. The church bulletin still open to the page he encountered. “What’s Next?” His visit to Ogden Waffle House was equally frustrating. As he pulled up he cringed; a large red and white sign was taped to the front door. “Closed due to electrical fire.”
Dub WrightPublished 5 years ago in HumansO'Connell Bridge - Pt. 3
LC walked in and saw Arthur and Big Mac lounged on the couch playing a video game. “Hey.” Mac looked over his shoulder, “Hey. There’s pizza on the bar. Some dude ordered pickup but never showed. Boss even tried to call the guy. Finally, we were ready to throw it out and I said, hey, I’ll share with my roomies cause—ya-know we ain’t got much money.” He said, 'cool,' so we get free pizza. It’s anchovies.”
Dub WrightPublished 5 years ago in HumansThe Bridge
Every Sunday morning, we met between The Five Lamps in the middle of O’Connell Bridge. It seemed like an apt place to meet before making our way to church. Actually, it was a bit more for me to cross River Liffey than for her, but nonetheless, it was our habit, and we made a game of guessing which side of the street the other would appear on. From our meeting, we would laugh our way to St. Michan’s Church. I so enjoyed those mornings of sitting with her in the 900-year-old chapel. It wasn’t far, then, to walk toward Keatings, a quaint café.
Dub WrightPublished 5 years ago in HumansO'Connell Bridge - Pt. 1
LC shook the paper and gazed at the words handprinted across the newsprint; “O’Connell Bridge, 2200 hours, June 30, Before I DIE.” LC shook the paper in disbelief and stared at the red words splashed across the sports page.
Dub WrightPublished 5 years ago in HumansNot Me
He wasn’t cute but he looked like a hardworking man with his silver truck and overalls. His introduction wasn’t original, but it wasn’t disrespectful either.
Naima OmarPublished 5 years ago in Humans