by Alan Swyer Illustration by Mark Scicluna In the formative days of their relationship, Hallahan’s stories were a great part of his allure. First professionally, then personally, Colleen found him to be a captivating raconteur whose tales, anecdotes, and exploits provided an ongoing source of pleasure. Though at times she sensed a line of demarcation
Day: July 20, 2015
Laura struggled to cling on to the slimy wet parapet of the railway bridge. Wind buffeted her hair and hit the back of her throat every time she opened her mouth to draw breath. “I’m surprised you don’t get blown away,” as her mother would say every time there was anything more than a mischievous