Dole queues
Sleep in their overcoats
Drinking the milk out of the cats bowl behind the priest’s house
He mattered as much as any other child
Low character
Penance
Hearts of gold
If you want to get on in life, there’s things you have to ignore, so you can keep on
Never any harm did it do me
Felt as though the room was closing in
Turned out alright in the end
With nothing before her and the breastmilk leaking under the little cardigan and staining her blouse
A type of emptiness came over him
Most tormented
14 week old baby
Have a finger in every pie
You’ll come home with me now Sarah
Never once in his whole and unremarkable life had he known a happiness akin to this