Full story. I keep thinking we should have left it to die, you know, rather than do what we did. Seal it back up, let it go wherever it was going, let someone else find it, not us. What wouldn’t I give for it not to have been us. But there we were, limping back from a SNAFU’d mission that had almost bankrupted the government, when up pops ET in a leaky can that needs fixing. From global embarrassments to galactic heroes in one go; we could see the ticker tape and the medals, the books, the films of the … Continue reading Baby Bird

Where Things Come From The tomatoes are from Italy; sun blushed plump red plums. They are clicked into the basket. The aubergine is from Greece – sleek, like deep dark velvet. Goats’ milk: this is from a place where the … Continue reading Where Things Come From

Suzanne Conboy-Hill ‘Now you’ll come in at night,’ Joe told Roscoe, the big, orange, cantankerous-looking tabby he was trying to stuff into a carrier. Not flippin’ likely, said Roscoe, although of course he didn’t because he was a cat. Instead, he arched his back, flipped his bottom over Joe’s arm, and catapulted himself onto the dresser, the top of which was crammed with Joe’s mother’s precious ornaments. He skipped across the figurine with the peach crinoline and skidded the china egg full of earrings and little gold studs into the framed picture of Joe’s mother smiling at the glazed face … Continue reading Cat Nav

Friday Fiction Halloween Special! I first met Dillon when my dead Gran tripped me up in front of him. There was me, meandering along the sea front watching small dogs on extending leads crochet themselves into yapping compounds each time they encountered others of their ilk; and there was he, arrowing through them, the sleek lycra-ed warp to their woof. I was ok but he landed up in hospital with several broken bones and his bike was a write-off. Gran beamed like it was her birthday and she’d knocked back her celebratory bottle of whisky all in one go. I … Continue reading Drop Dead Gorgeous

Continued from Facebook: Every so often we get a chance to pull the plug on some puny species that has far too much to say for itself, gets into scraps over its parochial borders, and then starts to leak out of its playpen to bother everybody else. This job was a gift.We dropped the first spout into the middle of the Atlantic and left it there, like a bracket with lightning at one end and spray at the other. It got no attention at all the first couple of days, but when it was still there at the end of … Continue reading The Problem with Temporal Asynchronicity By Suzanne Conboy-Hill

I am delighted to have art work included in this collection of poetry edited by Mari Fitzpatrick, Oonah Joslin, and Bill West which was published on November 20th, 2021. They were made to accompany the poems Solo Shot and Star … Continue reading A Christmas Canzonette