Seasons Dublin =link= | Four

They spent autumn together in cemeteries and secondhand bookshops, in the warm fug of the Palace Bar. Eleanor didn’t realize she’d stopped waiting until one night in November, when Fintan kissed her in the rain outside the GPO. The streetlight turned every drop to gold.

She almost threw it away. Instead, she tucked it into her coat pocket and watched the daffodil shiver in the breeze. four seasons dublin

“You’re waiting for him to come back,” she said. They spent autumn together in cemeteries and secondhand

“I—yes. In the park.”

“No,” she said. “I think I’m waiting for myself.” four seasons dublin