Result, by Madeleine D’Arcy
A moving short story written in response to Saturday’s Yes vote in the marriage equality referendum
Fidelma always voted, though never with much hope. It was a civic duty and she had voted yesterday as she always did, quietly and with no fuss. She was almost fifty-five and had learnt to be philosophical about things she couldn’t change. Not only that, but she was so used to being on the losing side, she had begun to think she was the kiss of death to any political campaign.
Nevertheless, as she drove around the grounds of the hospital searching for a parking space at 5pm on Saturday, May 23rd, listening to the radio, she was fairly sure (though the counting was not quite over yet) that the result of the referendum would be what she’d hoped for.