The Ashtarians, Two

“I recall discussing something along those lines recently with you, Clayton, I'm a little tired and old for that, I think.” Clayton hurried now to catch up with the old man. He stopped in front of him. “Miracles happen, Mr Matthews,” Clayton said, staring. “I can prove it. They're real, everything I've said about them [...]

The Ashtarians, One

There was one person left in the lecture hall, and though Dr Matthews struggled to see that far he knew who it was. He wasn't hovering around waiting to kiss his behind or get an extension on the essay, or help him with his bag and books to the next building. The boy sitting by [...]

A Place Where Things Join, Thirteen

At the payphone Marian called home several times but couldn't get through. She didn't want to go home. Partly she was terrified of telling Kel the news, and partly she believed it was some kind of misunderstanding, something she should keep quiet because of the knack the world has for sorting these kinds of things [...]

A Place Where Things Join, Twelve

Several heads turned to Marian; some, she thought with strange, sympathetic glances like winks of acknowledgement. Marian smiled and pretended to fuss with her children. In fact in no time at all Katy was digging into her nose with a finger and Marian occupied herself by delivering yet another warning, quietly into her daughter's ear. [...]

Our Mother’s Jewellery

There was a knock on the cubby door. The boys' father lingered outside, stooping and looking in through the the crack of the door. “Let him in, Nate.” Nate unlatched the door and their father, grunting, squeezed his body sideways into the cubby. “Much obliged, boys,” he said, spilling his beer. “Dad!” yelled Hector. He [...]

The Earthquake

Domingo returned five years after the earthquake. The diocese had been prepared to pay for his flight there but he had opted instead to drive. He remembered the roads, and tried to avoid air travel, not simply because of the attention he drew in his black cassock—the handshakes and genuflections and requests for blessings—there was [...]

The Faces of Things

Nobody wanted to do the dishes. Wendy and her guests lounged at the dining table, talking, privately enjoying the mess they had made and the bottles they had emptied. Keith had brought gifts for the children in a cardboard box, more things, John had said, that they could have wrapped and put under the tree [...]