The Mayoral Robes

By Mark O'Flynn
When the homemade pipe bomb detonated outside the Council chambers one night shattering the glazed double doors and the windscreens of a couple of cars, I was fast asleep with my dog, Winston, snoring at the end of my bed. That is my story. As God is my alibi. 
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