The Faces of Things, Two

“Daniel!” Wendy called. She came outside and stared up at the roof, expecting to see her son there, then cast her eyes around the paddock, disoriented. So many days had gone by with such little sleep, the hours were melding. She went back inside and checked the clock. “Relax, Wendy,” she reassured herself, heading back [...]

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 [...]

Vikhr

Miranda's grandfather thought the world of her. She had been the first person the hospital had called when he was admitted. It had been snowing, a constant wind wrapped around the city like a coil, changing things, energising things, sending normal people mad. Christmas felt unreal. Miranda had just left in a hurry to the [...]

The Iguana

Lucy paused at the base of the stairs. She had heard her mother call. “Don't,” said Jacob. “She's not there.” Jacob's pet iguana had escaped, and they were looking for it. “It might be up there,” said Lucy, gazing up, then back at Jacob, down the hall. “He's not, he can't climb the stairs, it's [...]

Inside the Signal Box

“The most recent example of this has been, I'm sure we can all agree, the most exciting.” Liza watched her father from outside the conference room. There were echoes of his mannerisms and facial expressions in her, Judy noticed. She seemed to follow him around very subtly when she was observing him, and when her [...]

The Hoaxer

Goddard waited in the field for Mr Andrews, who had gone to get his camera. The area before which Goddard stood was not like the rest of Mr Andrew's pasture: it was brittle, grey and dead. Something, Mr Andrews said, had landed there. A visiting journalist had done a story on Mr Andrews because he [...]

Dalia and the Jellyfish

The tide washed between Dalia's thighs, receded, bubbled and fizzed as it was dragged back out to the blue ocean. From the deck her uncle watched—he was entertaining guests from work. On the soft grey shore clear blobs of jellyfish sat happy and inert. At first the children had been throwing them back into the [...]