Short stories
Dance up the Sun
I got out of bed, and shivered. Edith said it was the middle of April, and even I remembered April being warmer than this.
The Ocean, The Monster
The ocean is a monster, Georgie told Judy when he watched her throw a sand dollar into the water.
Phantasmagoria
Space split from time, the future began pulling away from the present, and tents appeared.
After the Deluge
The first of the buildings fell today. The salt had eaten away at the foundations, the water churned and crashed into the walls, until it buckled under the weight of sixteen storeys of concrete and collapsed.
After I Watched Her Die
When the bright green light left her eyes, I had no idea of the pain that would come after.
After the Storm
It has been one month since the solar storm and it doesn’t look like the power is coming back on.
The Island
Dull grey foam swallows the boulders at the cliff base. The foam, cliff and sky all fade into one, grey on grey on grey.
The Stars Are All the Same
The waiter took one look at the Countess of Wessex and turned tail.
Suspirium Viridae
That summer was so hot the eucalyptus tree in the back garden dripped oil, making the whole neighbourhood smell disinfected and clean.
Attending the Mote
Awesome meets Vicar’s link, travels deep into the Shog’s past, and gleans the stones. Awesome’s activity is represented in Vicar’s mind as a rotating red orb.
Before the Bomb
As I study her sitting half-undressed on my cot, I realize I recognize her from before the bomb. Or I think I do.