An Unsure Future
Dominic had taken charge of our ancestors urns. Their colourful exteriors belying their contents. With the history of our race contained within they are the key to our future. The authorities do not wish us to have a future, for…
Agony or Paradise
As a brigade of ants marched towards me I found myself wondering what sort of place I had come to. The wave of heat that had stuck me as I left the plane had been replaced by the evening breeze…