This story was originally posted at on 2020-07-20.

Simon finds an old statue to an imperialist explorer, and finds it impossible to resist its influence.

I tossed my rucksack into the back seat of Grandpa’s car and then climbed in after it to escape the heavy rain.

“Hey, Grandpa, how are you and Grandma doing? Thanks for picking me up.”

“Oh, not bad, not bad. Your grandmother and I are both glad you could spend the week with us. Brought the weather with you, eh?” Grandpa smiled. “Let’s get going before it’s too dark to drive safely. By the way, we saved you some leftovers from dinner.”

“Sounds great.”

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The Ones Who Come to Homolas

This story was originally posted at on 2020-01-07.

With apologies to the late, great Ursula K. LeGuin.

The Great Pride Parade was in full swing in the Free City of Homolas. Rainbow flags rippled gently from windowsills and brightly coloured bunting was strung high up above the streets. The marchers, some half-naked, some dressed in extremely tight sequined outfits, were being cheered by the crowds who had gathered to enjoy the festivities. Entertainers and musicians entertained their spectators, and the vast array of street food stalls lining the parade route filled the air with many wonderful aromas.

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