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Interview with 2025 Third prize winner - Morgan Brennan

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 Meet the Winners! Morgan Brennan lives in Berkshire and is a member of two brilliant writing groups. He has been writing short stories and flash fiction since he retired. He has had stories published by Flash Fiction Magazine and Secret  Attic and have been shortlisted in the Exeter Short Story competition before. Morgan has also been  longlisted in The Writers & Artists Short Story competition and the Farnborough Flash Fiction  competition. How did you feel when you found out you’d won? I was absolutely delighted. I hadn’t looked out for the results, so the first I knew was when I got the email congratulating me. I had been shortlisted a few years ago in the competition, but this was extra special. Where did you get the idea?   My fictional story of Malachy Doyle comes from an interest in the Troubles. I had viewed the BBC’s excellent documentary series, Once Upon a Time in Northern Ireland , and read Tim Pat Coogan’s seminal account of the period, The Tr...

Read the Third Prize Winner 2025 - Malachy Doyle by Morgan Brennan

Malachy Doyle  by  Morgan Brennan He stared at the coals. Their heat had dissipated around the room and now they were past their prime. Remnants winked from the hearth like warnings. Red to ash grey. Stop. Don’t go. Malachy Doyle leant back in his favourite armchair and sucked on his pipe. The aromatic mixture filled his mouth, throat and lungs and he held his breath as if he were drowning before extracting the mouthpiece to exhale a great grey plume.   ‘Fecking eejits.’     Doyle knew he was past his prime and knew they’d be on their way. The men in the trench-coats and black berets. The Belfast Brigade. Coming for Malachy Doyle. Former foot soldier and champion of Cowan Street. The Newry firebrand whose fire had gone out. The phone call. “Is it Malachy Doyle I’m speaking to?”   “Tis he. Who’s calling?”   “That doesn’t matter. You listen. You’ve been seen talking to the RUC again and then one of my men gets arrested the following morn—" “Now hold...