Interstellar

Greta was the first middle-aged woman to find herself in a live pod, within viewing distance of the moon. It was peaceful in her two rooms, the curved thermal glass a barrier to infinity, to obliteration. She watched stars die at close range, the slow flowering of cobalt gases, glowing red eye at their centre. … More Interstellar

Mauritania

The flat was art deco, with arched windows, moulded ceilings and original carpet with maroon and indigo swirls. Glass panels in the doors were lead-lighted maritime scenes, casting refracted patterns of coloured light. It was on the top floor of the apartment block, the exterior curved like the bow of an ocean liner. The stone … More Mauritania

The Professor

Her long arm was draped over his chest, and her hair tickled his nose. It was almost midday, and a shaft of bright sunlight beamed through a gap in the curtains. Her index finger traced his bicep. ‘You’re beautifully made. I’m lucky, so lucky you want to be with me. Talented too.’ Her lips brushed … More The Professor