The Galway Review: The Bicycle Shed – Phil Carrick

It is 1965, and a black Morris Minor drives slowly towards the school gates. Children are converging from all directions. Most of the pupils arrive on foot, with an exceptional few cycling. The only family arriving by car is the Farrell family. Mary, a girl from my class, sits in the front passenger seat. The driver, her mother, is looking straight ahead and is not communicating with her passengers…