It was two nights in a row that I saw the glow in the sky. It hung there, waiting. At least to me it felt like it was waiting. Waiting for what? I did not know. By night four I decided I was going to wait. For what? I did not know. My eyes started to droop just as the glow expanded to the ground. Then a three-legged creature walked toward me. It also glowed from top to bottom, so much so that it was difficult to discern its features other than the three legs. “Hello,” I said,

Us women who have danced on earth with nimble feet now curled who have buried untold pain with sturdy bones now brittle who have cradled life with welcoming hearts now timid Us women are the tally of our trials the sum of our scars the wealth of our words the measure of our memories the scale of our strengths the heft of our hearts

When I Google “tear in the space-time continuum” AI tells me it’s a popular science fiction concept however theoretical physics does not support literal tears. The closest thing is the “singularity” found at the centre of a black hole. In its simplest terms “singularity” means being unique. So next time I feel like the world is closing in and I am my own black hole, I’m going to focus on my own singularity, rise out of the darkness and allow that black hole to close in on i

He stood in the rain, his too-big-for-him clothes weighed down with water and sadness. I stopped the car and bipped the horn. He took a few steps back, puzzled, as if he had never seen a car before. This was going to be harder than I thought. Stepping out of the car, I spoke in my calmest of voices. “I’ve come to take you home. You’re getting wet out here.” “Home,” he said. “It’s that way,” pointing in the opposite direction to home. “Come on, jump in. I’ll take you

With apologies to anyone with an unusually spelt name! Poor Dayve – one of those kids born to parents determined to bring up their child to be different and they thought giving him a name with spelling unlike any other was a good start. Unfortunately, like most kids in this situation, he was destined to have to spell it for the rest of his life. Maybe he’d come up with a novel way of describing it. It’s “Day” with the German version of “we” on the end – “ve”. Ah, maybe too co