Internment – Laura J. Campbell

The box truck cut them off, jockeying for preferential access to the freeway ramp. Then it stopped at a red light, giving Rebecca and her daughter, Clare, the opportunity to catch up to it and give the truck driver the look that drivers give to other drivers who zip past only to end up stuck at the same red light …

Blood, fish and bone – Sam Derby

“The ironic thing is,” says Mrs Grantham, leaning on the mud-encrusted border spade that she had moments before thrust meaningfully into the sod, “all those years ago one would conduct pagan rituals, sacrifices and so on – libations of this and burnt offerings of that – which of course civilised peoples like ourselves frown upon nowadays – and then off …