This week’s featured writer/story is Hurling by Emmaleene Leahy
‘She grew up in a place where hurling was religion. Children started school with a hurl in their hand. She’d cycle to training every evening whatever the weather with her hurl across the handlebars of her bike.’
Emmaleene really captures the brutality and excitement bound up in the sport, but more than that she paints a picture of growing up and leaving things behind. This piece rolls in nostalgia, but it’s not sepia-toned and gentle, it’s blood-stained and fierce.
Please take a moment to read Hurling and leave Emmaleene some feedback.
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