By The Walrus
Stories about Ufonauts and the like.
“I'm off to mum's now, Herbie,” Ruby said to her husband of ten years, who had his nose buried in the sports pages as usual.
After a while Herbert clicked on someone called Elise, who's blog stated that s/he was interested in both men and women.
A tale in four parts inspired by the often surreal alien abduction mythos.
“It's sad when a traveller doesn't make it,” he croaked in a voice like rustling autumn leaves as he turned the pale stillborn over in the mud with the tip of his shoe.
“A woman, a man and two children, a teenage girl and a kissy-faced little baby,” he said to his comrades, the rain running down his face in rivulets. “My sensitive nose never lies."