Dragging dead bodies in Ulster

Writing through eyes that have yet to die. My mind feels them as they sit side by side repeating themselves happily. Stories I have heard yet not remembered. Cousins, Aunts , Uncles and more brought to life with Ulster slang to fill the sound left over from the tv.

Dishes rumble down below as someone digs for cake and readies the tea to close off this peaceful hour on St Stephens day.