Happines and Heartbreak
By Tom Richards, Wil Arnold and William Leece
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This Anthology is composed of a variety of short-stories, poetry and plays most having an Irish Theme. Toward the end of this volume is a white paper on Writing a Bestselling Novel for Online Publication. This paper tells all would-be authors of how to write a novel for the screen, stage, and online publication. Will your work be pr
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ABOUT TOM RICHARDS With the publication of this novel, Tom Richards is considered to be an 'accomplished writer' of novels and screenplays. Including Feature Films and Films for Television, Unbaptized is his sixteenth novel or screenplay to be delivered to audiences across the world. Born in Chicago, Illinois in 1955, Tom's father, Bill Richards, was a pilot for United Airlines. Due to his father's career, Tom has lived in many US states as well as a wide number of locations in Ireland, and has travelled extensively throughout Europe and the Indian sub-Continent. Currently, he lives in Eyeries, County Cork, Ireland with his puppy Bluebell and cat Sasha in a house overlooking the Atlantic Ocean. He has no plans to move again. "I've moved at least twenty-four times and I'm done moving. All I want to do now is write."Richards is currently working on a number of other novels and screenplays. He has also started his first stage play based on the Irish and Scottish folktale, the Selkie. He plans to finish a new novel provisionally entitled, Annie's Joy, as well as the stage play in a few months.Tom has had a diversified career which includes journalism, marketing, teaching, and has worked at a variety of jobs during his college years. He's the first to encourage new novelists to sit down and write and also provides free video tutorials for those working on their first novel and/or screenplay on TikTok. He can be found at @tomrichardsdolphin2021
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Happines and Heartbreak - Tom Richards
Happiness
& Heartbreak
An Anthology of Irish-Themed Short Stories, Plays, and Poetry
by Known and Unknown Writers
Heartbreak & Happiness
© Copyright Tom Richards 2022 and the individual authors published in this anthology.
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This novel is a work of fiction. The names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this story are the work of the authors’ imaginations. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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To contact the author, email tomrichards141@gmail.com.
Books by Tom Richards
Fiction for Adults
Dolphin Song
Always Come Home
Lost Lovers
Fiction for Young Adults
Hotfoot
Hotfoot 2: Lucky’s Revenge
The Lost Scrolls of Newgrange
The Den Adventure (TV tie-in for Ireland’s The Den Show)
Non-Fiction
A Survivors Guide to Living in Ireland, multiple editions
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Happiness & Heartbreak is the first edition of short stories, plays, and poetry anthologies penned by known and unknown writers to be published annually by Storylines Entertainment Ltd.
For more information visit www.tomrichards.ie.
Table of Contents
DEDICATION
Happiness & Heartbreak A Short Story by Tom Richards
Trust By Catherine Ratcliffe A Series of Poems
Midleton—Through the Memory Mists of 70 Years
Strangers & Closeness: A Collection of Poems by Larry Wilson
OPHELIA’S SCRAMLED ROYAL EGG By Pheloneous Egg Esq, Egg Merchant (ghostwritten by Tom Richards, infamous not-so-famous author) A Farce in ONE ACT—thanks Be to God, with profuse apologies to William Shakespeare
HARLEY By William Joseph Leece
The Never-Ending Christmas by Kristin Wall & Tom Richards
Tommy Murray Poetry & Short Stories by Tommy Murray
No Place Like Home By Tom Richards
Redemption Invictus By Helen Rowntree
WRITING A BESTSELLING NOVEL FOR ONLINE PUBLICATION A How-to Guide White Paper by Tom Richards:
An Afterthought
DEDICATION
This anthology is dedicated to
Bill Leece
Friend, educator, and scholar, he is a lover of Irish culture and all things Irish. Bill has recently retired from Rolling Meadows High School, District 214, near Chicago, Illinois, USA. Bill’s short story is proudly published
as part of this anthology.
A special Note from Tom Richards to all readers: this Anthology is composed of a variety of short-stories, poetry and plays most having an Irish Theme. Toward the end of this volume is a white paper on Writing a Bestselling Novel for Online Publication. This paper tells all would-be authors of how to write a novel for the screen, stage, and online publication. Will your work be produced or result in a bestselling novel? To answer the question, do what I do: put your bum in the seat, turn on your computer or tap on your typewriter and get started! That’s all you have to do to see if you have what it takes! All my best wishes,
Tom Richards
Eyeries, Beara, Bantry, County Cork, Ireland
www.tomrichards.ie tomrichards141@gmail.com
May, 2022
Happiness & Heartbreak
A Short Story by Tom Richards
This unplanned trip begins with happy expectations and ends in wild bewilderment.
My name is Christopher Nelson. I’m an American, a mere sixty-seven, who has lived in Ireland for the past twenty-odd years. For the last eleven or so, I’ve lived in Eyeries Village on the Beara Peninsula, a stunning location in Ireland’s rugged southwest. Having retired, I moved down to this remote spot to write fiction and, prior to taking the holiday, published my first Irish romantic fantasy novel for women, a book that quickly went to global Number 1 and attracted the attention of a number of film producers. A recovering alcoholic, I didn’t need that attention. I was plagued by phone calls, and late-night knocks at the front door. When I opened it, reporters thrust their tape recorders in my face, and cameras flashed as they sought to interview this unknown writer who wanted to be left alone. Deciding to escape, I climbed into a borrowed car, a brand-new black Ford Ranger pickup truck I’d borrowed from Ger, my best friend, and sped out of the village unnoticed by the gang of unruly paparazzi still gathered in front of my home.
I’ve always loved lighthouses. I’ve used them as a theme for many books, and because their light always lit my soul, their glittering magical beams always made me refuse the next drink. After all, what they say is true: it’s the first drink that leads to many more and has nothing to do with the volume a person drinks. So many get that wrong, which is why I’m so careful and, after a failed marriage, now live alone.
With the crowd of reporters left behind, I headed due north, along the coastline and through the tourist town of Kenmare. There, I turned west and kept going. My final destination was a small fishing village located on Valentia Island just off the Ring of Kerry, a beautiful area I’d always wanted to visit.
Portmagee is a wonderful village. Nestled against an active fishing harbor, the town boasts many things, including a national award for the Best Public Toilet in Ireland, which I still find a hoot. Seriously, though, the place is a delight. On the eastern end, a two-lane expansion bridge thrusts out over the open water leading to Valentia Island and the lighthouse I wanted to visit. The village has a single main street dotted with shops that look like something out of a Dickens novel: window displays are filled with knickknacks, including model lighthouses, caps, mugs, and keyrings, most of them stamped with a Valentia Lighthouse Logo. The post office also acts as a village shop. In the summer, long blue and white boats filled with tourists steam out to Skellig Michael, a prime location for a recent Star Wars film. When the moon shines on the harbor, just like the lighthouse, it lights my soul. I’d seen Portmagee on the map and, noting its stunning location, wanted to spend the night there prior to my lighthouse visit. But as I drove further west, first through the Ring of Kerry towns of Sneem and Waterville, it dawned on me that I had neglected to book a room at Portmagee’s only bar, restaurant, and B&B, The Moorings. With the sun going down early because it was just before Christmas, I decided to phone, but as I searched through the pickup, it dawned on me that I’d been in such a rush to escape from the throng of reporters that I’d left my cell phone on a table next to the front door. The only thing I could do was keep going. So I grabbed a cup of coffee at a shop just past Waterville and kept driving north. Then thick fog descended along the Kerry Coastline, and I got lost. I drove for miles out of my way before stopping to ask a local for directions. An old farmer wearing a thick yellow work coat who was walking home pointed me on, and I knew I was on the right track, but again, I got lost.
Now, it was past six thirty in the evening and completely black. During winter in Ireland, the sun goes down at about four thirty. I turned off the radio and decided I had no other option but to turn around and go back home to Eyeries. But then I saw to my left a bright light and realized it was the Valentia Lighthouse. According to a paper map I’d bought along with my cup of coffee, it was located only five miles or so from Portmagee. So I put my foot down and turned left toward the coast. Rounding a bend, I finally saw a string of pearls: beautiful white lights that lined the bridge heading across the strait from Portmagee to Valentia Island. My spine tingled at the sight.
When I arrived in the village, I found I’d been lucky. Because it was Christmas, most of the rooms in The Mooring were booked. But the owner, Vicky, took pity on me and gave me the very last room. I felt like I was Joseph, escorting the Virgin Mary riding on her donkey, because I’d learned that there was room at the inn for me.
Entering Room One, I discovered that my lodgings were perfect: a big soft bed with warm blankets and four fluffy pillows—it was much too large for me. A color television would keep me occupied when I wasn’t reading or working on the notes for my latest novel (I had a pending deadline), and there was a big bathroom with a full shower—even a hair dryer, though I had no hair. I thought as I turned it on, feeling its warmth, that all I needed was a woman, but I kicked myself, assuring myself that I was fine without a female partner. After all, I had been single for years.
I opened my bag, putting away my belongings. Shirt and trousers went into a long, narrow closet. Socks, underwear, and T-shirts were stuffed into a bureau. I laid my laptop on top of a conveniently large rolltop desk and, sitting down, was intent on getting to work.
But then the room phone rang. It was Vicky inviting me down to dinner. It was almost 11:00 p.m., and if I was coming I had to make reservations for the last sitting. Deciding to go because I was finally hungry, I gathered my coat, put on my hat, and—taking my room key—walked the two flights of steps downstairs.
In the dining room, I ordered something that tasted like spaghetti, an Italian dish created by Vicky’s husband, Chef Willy. Man, was it good. I’d decided not to have the turkey and bacon, which I decided to save for the next night. After all, I thought, tomorrow is Christmas Eve. Why not save the best for that hallowed night? Little did I know as I finished my dinner that another surprise awaited me, and in fact I was saving the best for last.
Then I looked up and saw her. Tegan Brady O’Shea looked like an angel. Her short, curling brown hair was a halo lit from behind by a Christmas tree. Fathomless blue eyes gazed down on the guests seated at the next table as she took their order. Tegan’s smile dimpled her smooth face, and her breasts looked so fresh, as if they’d never been touched.
When I looked at her, my resolve to remain single vanished. I had fallen in love at first sight, a depth of love I’d never known before, and something I thought teenagers only did. I could feel my cheeks burning, my heart swelling in my breast, and all I could feel was its loud thumping. When I decided to go out of my way to say hello, something I rarely said to a woman so much younger than me, I realized: she looked to be only forty-six. If I introduced myself, she’d think I was being fresh. After all, why would a guy aged sixty-seven be after anything other than sex? But if she thought that, she had to know she was wrong. I’d fallen off my emotional wagon. I was in love, hook, line, and sinker and I thought myself a fool.
Done taking the older couple’s order, she drifted toward me like a heavenly creature. When she gazed down on me, I guessed how tall she was. I’m five-foot-six. She had to be almost six inches taller. Then I realized: it was her long legs that made her look taller. It turned out, when I asked her later, that she was only five-foot-eight.
When Tegan finished taking my order, I did what I had not done in over thirty years.
Tegan,
I called, can I have a pint?
When she nodded and smiled, I realized it was not only my heart that had fallen off the wagon. I knew then and there that I was truly fucked.
When I had finished that single pint and went back to my room, my heart was racing. I vowed then and there never to drink again, not if I was going to attract Tegan or be able to live with myself. As I turned on my laptop to work on my novel, a plan boiled into my head. I started searching the Internet for an appropriate gesture to express my true feelings. ‘But what are those feelings, exactly?’ I thought as I glanced through various websites. When my Internet search ended, I found myself gazing at the image of a ring. But not just any old ring. It was a gold, emerald, and diamond engagement ring.
***
The next morning, I skipped breakfast, intent on my quest to buy that ring. I walked across the car park and climbed back into the pickup, which I’d fondly named the Beast, it was so big. Starting the truck, I glanced at my watch, an expensive Tissot, which John, my son from my failed marriage, had bought me for Christmas three years ago with money he had earned as a part-time salesman in an auto parts store in America. He had stopped talking to me shortly after that when I’d gotten drunk during the only Adult Softball game I’d ever attended. Having flown to Boston from Ireland to visit him where he lived with his Mom, I had attended a game to cheer on my then ninteen-year-old son. He was playing first base, and when he came to bat in the second inning and whacked the ball with all his