(originally published in Dark Futures Annual 1 writing as CJ Jessop) I shivered, huddling against the rough concrete wall of the club, wishing I’d worn a warmer jacket. Guy was late, as usual. Storm clouds gathered above, threatening snow. The chill wind that swirled around me carried the same threat…

I had a lightbulb moment recently at work. I realised that by taking my laptop into meetings and typing the minutes straight into a document, I wasn’t in the room. …