They had everything they needed in their modest farm except an heir to care for them in their old age. Yet Parson Acke Rahm and his wife Carita, the village midwife, lived contented lives. Though fate had denied them the very joy she had brought to their kith and kin in their village, and beyond, they had no regrets. Then one evening there was a knocking at their door.

(This story first appeared in Antipodean SF issue 292, 21 January, 2023)

The loose wrappings at my wrist and neck flutter like flags of war in the wind. Hand over hand I turn and face the rocky wall of the precipice. I have to pull up; but my sinews do not remember how. I look down again and wonder if that too will be my end.

(This story first appeared in Antipodean SF, November 2021)

A backpack full of flashbangs, a loudspeaker, and a road flare; those are my weapons? ‘He knows best’ is not the most rational answer. But I guess I left the domain of the rational a few thousand miles ago. One more door before me. I no longer cringe at the moaning hinges.

(This story was first published in Antipodean SF issue 275. It also appeared as a podcast in the Antipodean SF Radio Show )

“Her name was Hope.” My words spread puzzlement over her flawless features. “You won’t remember her.” Incomprehension stills her full lips in mid word and then we tumble over the edge together.

This story first appeared in AntipodeanSF Issue 265, Oct. 2020.

Having survived the annihilation of the first universe, she seeks to live out her eternity in peace as mother goddess to mankind; but someone else has also survived, and he controls her dreams.

This story first appeared in the Untold Podcast .