The Feathers Flew

Dive headfirst into the smoky, raucous pups of 1970s Dublin with The Feathers Flew, a wickedly sharp short story that’ll grab you by the collar and drag you into the predictable world of Paddy Keenan—a man whose heart belongs to a pint of stout and the hum of barroom banter. By day, he’s a working-class everyman; by night, he swaps his wife’s nagging and the chaos of his rowdy kids for the warm glow of the public house. But when a quacking, waddling oddity—a pet duck—crash-lands into the Keenan’s backyard, Paddy’s routine of a chat over a few scoops takes a wild turn.

As autumn’s dark nights roll in, Paddy’s evenings faces a uproarious challenge. One fateful Halloween, fueled by too many jars and the righteous gripes of the “working man,” he stumbles into a deal that’ll leave you gasping and chuckling in equal measure. With razor-sharp wit and a keen eye for the absurd, The Feathers Flew delivers a rollicking tale of loyalty, impulse, and the chaos that erupts when one man’s thirst for freedom collides with a feathered friend.

For those who crave stories that sting as much as they entertain, this is a boisterous, bittersweet romp through a time when men drove drunk, ducks were peculiar pets, and a single choice could send feathers—and tempers—soaring. Get ready for a trick-or-treat twist you won’t see coming!

"The dark twist at the end of the story is unexpected, leaving you to wonder what happens next." - Readers' Favorite