A Waterlogged Lily

Lily coughed and gasped. It was dark. It was cold. Her lungs and throat burned and her head throbbed and she felt dizzy. What had happened?

Properly Un-Thinking

I roll my eyes at the judgemental alien who’s perched on the shelf above my bed - to the mild annoyance of my cats, that being part of THEIR walkway.

A Sputtering Light Cast Forward

Never before had an international meet been so packed. But then, never before had they been meeting on such an important matter, one which threatened the fate of the entire world.

A Death Of Imagination

At some point I might get used to having what is effectively an imaginary friend tangibly present, and in fact lolling at the foot of my bed. But not yet.

Fulfilling Fulfilment

It was a puzzle the likes of which the Hyperglobe Automated Production And Dispatch Centre had never before received; “I want fulfilment”.