The Butterfly and the Flame

“Father?” Aloise interrupted her father in the little shed. The skylight was covered over with the autumn leaves and twilight had almost passed. She entered carefully and lit a candle by the window then put it in its holder. Her father sat with his back facing her at his workbench. “What are you working on? [...]

Rock Dreams

Josie awoke, roused by the voice of her older sister Fiona who was taking care of her. Sweat clung to her everywhere. “Josie,” her sister said, “you were having a bad dream.” “I can’t see,” said Josie, “get me my glasses.” Fiona took her sister’s glasses and put them on tenderly, careful not to poke [...]

A Place Where Things Join, Fourteen

For several hours Marian meandered around town with the children. She went to the zoo, spending the money for Kelly's new boots on fairy floss, soda and rides on the choo-choo-train while she sat by, contemplating the surrealness of the situation and avoiding conversation. The topic was on many people's lips; she heard words like [...]

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. [...]