Hazel Eyes, by Angela Kasey

Hazel Eyes

a short story of the time of the troubles in lreland when all was over

and the funny parts came about

by Angela Kasey

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Cath stood back cigarette smoke billowing over her head, coffee cup empty. Well, she

thought, l have done a good job. The hair, dark brown, shoulder length and falling softly

around the face. The makeup was just right, but the best part were the eyes. Dark hazel

with a touch of green eye shadow and the fashionable eyeliner. The long black kaftan

together with the purple shawl and knee boots were a brilliant idea she thought, real

sixties gear. Finbar was now a perfect Fiona.

Laughing, she planted a kiss on h is cheek. "Finbar, if l were a man l would go for you

myself. Be careful".

On the day before, Finbar was returning from Belfast city centre. Unfortunately when

taking the car he had left his driving licence in his anorak. On the way back to Queens

University, where he was studying the Arts, the police had pulled him over. When the

officer asked for identity he could neither find his student card nor, more importantly,

his driving licence. Whilst being quite understanding of the situation, the particular

officer told him he must go to the Springfield Police Station next morning at 10 a.m. and

answer a few questions. "Fair enough, see you tomorrow" said Finbar. Just my luck

he thought, but grateful the officer had appreciated the fact of his leaving his details

behind.

On entering his apartment, Finbar's telephone was ringing away. He just grabbed it

before it cut off. "Hello there, Finbar speaking", "hello yourself, Dublin calling, big

party tonight, grab your gear and get down her fast". "Is it you Jimmy, my god, long

time no hear" laughed Finbar as he lit up a cigarette. "I know , but we are having a party

in Drumcondra tonight so come on down, we will have a good chat later" said Jimmy.

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