The following piece was my second entry to the NYC Midnight Flash Fiction competition. The prompt for this piece was Ghost Story, a stairwell, and a burger. See this post for more! Friday night out with the girls, but Tasha decided to go home early. Normally she’d get a taxi, but the mild weather invited her to walk. She chose to take a shortcut through Templebar. Dublin’s oldest quarter was originally the entire city, first settled by raiding Vikings. Today […]