She watched, as Frank and the many passengers aboard the boat sailed
away into the darkening night. The reflection of the boat in the water
highlighted by the moonlight began to fade just like Eveline’s dreams
of a new life. Eveline could not believe that the opportunity to leave
Ireland and her monotonous mundane life had been thrown away, for what
was a split second decision, which she now deeply regretted.
Her grip on the rusted iron railings gradually decreased and
eventually her hands fell to her sides. She turned softly and started
to walk home, taking every step slowly, expressing how she felt in
every pace she took, confused, upset and at a loss.
Rain had begun to fall, bashing down against the terraced houses and
the crooked laid cobble stones along side the now muddy dirt tracks.
Eveline, still greatly disappointed at her split second decision,
wasn’t phased by the sudden change in weather. Her floral dress
drenched, her hair dripping and frizzy from the rain fall and her feet
bathing in her shoes full of murky, stagnant water didn’t bother her.
As she reached her street and turned to face her house, she could see
the silhouette of a person in the door way. A voice sounding rough
and slurred shouted ;
“Decided to come back have you”
The voice that emanated from the door way was that of her fathers.
Eveline’ s reply was blunt
“Yes I have father”
The voice being slurred was a sure sign that her father had been
drinking, because he was a drunkard. Eveline also knew her father
would become violent when drunk so she kept calm, trying not to upset
She approached the door way, replying to her father as he mumbled to
her. She nodded and swiftly brushed past her him holding her breath
from the putrid stench of ale and tobacco. Eveline walked into the
hallway up the stairs to her bedroom turned the unpolished handle and
Her bedroom was unattractive. The walls were bare and stained from the
damp and dirt. The floor boards were also bare and her bed which was
situated under the window didn’t look particularly comfortable.
Eveline lay on top of her bed and stared in to the moonlight, thinking
about frank and Buenos Ayres. The very thought of having to stay in
Dublin lay heavy on her head. The long days in which she would have to
work to earn little wages that would be spent on food and family had
to change. The army which was once a farfetched idea, now seemed
practical as this was the only chance she had to escape the dreary
tedious life of working and looking after her family.
The long dull and gloomy night passed. The sun had begun to rise,
illuminating the bare walls of Eveline’ s room. The birds were
chattering and singing and the crowds of people going to work and the
general background noise of everyday life could be heard...