Zither Music – Short fiction by David Butler
We’d been to the Gate to watch Barry McGovern do his Beckett thing. A character whose proportions might’ve been dreamed up by Alberto Giacometti. McGovern’s, not Beckett’s. Then across to Conway’s for pints. This is before they shut the place down. Before the smoking-ban kicked in, and everything became euro.
Ruthie was giving it ‘What was the story with that story, anyhow?’ Throaty Monaghan accent, like everything is a big joke.
‘That malarkey about being at...