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It was raining in Edinburgh, but that was nothing unusual — except that it had been too cold for rain since the weekend, and didn’t feel much warmer on this grey morning.
Glancey tapped her forefinger rhythmically against her lips as she looked out of the car’s water-beaded side window. The adjacent building was a grand old townhouse of the kind found all throughout t...
I’d been sitting in the small room for more than an hour, and I knew that I should be getting annoyed by now. But, strangely, I wasn’t.
The lights were fluorescent strips, all working perfectly, and the walls were a plain and even slightly dull white. Nothing was particularly old or worn, but nothing was brand new either. I was vaguely aware that there were notices pi...
The curfew starts earlier in winter.
They begin to extend it once September arrives, by an hour every few weeks, so that once the end of the year approaches we’re all indoors well before full dark. On its own, it’s not so much of a burden.
The big pandemics taught us how to isolate for long periods, so a simple curfew during the hours of darkness is easy by co...
Their first attempt to contact us went unnoticed.
Apparently we had evolved in an unusual way, at least from a technological perspective. There were many commonalities with the other intelligent civilisations they’d encountered, but there were also gaps; areas that we’d somehow skipped over.
We’d missed, for example, the quirk of magnetism that allowed for unl...
Widowed at thirty-three years old, she thought.
As if her age mattered. As if anything did.
Her name was Rebecca Haugen, née Parry and perhaps now Parry again. Her husband’s name was — or had been — Daniel. He had lived for thirty-seven years, fourteen of them with her, before his life ended on a Wednesday evening as he took his regular jog through th...