Short Story: Pneuma Kleptis pt.4

Pneuma Kleptis pt4
by Lee Hulme

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“If anything approaching the word ‘aliens’ leaves your mouth, I will punch it,” Jas warned as they walked from the cafe, headed nowhere in particular.

Ty slammed his mouth closed in a hurry and glanced at Sam, who was looking decidedly curious. He gave a theatrical sigh and ginned at Jas as she glared back, trying to conceal a smile. “Aw, ya love me cuz.”

Jas mused, “Sometimes.”

Ty snickered.

“My cousin here managed to watch Invasion of the Body Snatchers when he was still young enough to be innocent and impressionable,” Jas paused, “Well impressionable anyway.”

Ty flashed an impish grin.

“So for months he was diagnosing everybody as a pod person. Then came Men in Black and The Thing and Aliens and the Lord only knows what else, and every time he decided it was real.”

Ty shrugged, “Hey, you don’t know it’s not real. Not really. You’ll be lookin for help when they try and take over, and I might just let you get munched.” Continue reading

Orlando: It Doesn’t Happen in a Vacuum

Content warning: violence, shootings, bigotry

 

Guns & hate. Guns & hate. Guns & hate.  Guns and abuse and violence. Over again, the same targets, the same reasons. Women and the LGBTQIA. Over and over and over and over. The Orlando shooting isn’t alone, it’s in a helluva lot of company.

I cry over and over. For the women being raped and blamed while their rapists are given a pat on the head and sympathy for how badly it might affect their lives.
For the women and trans women murdered by men so stuck in toxic masculinity that they can’t handle their own fear.
For the trans people who commit suicide because it’s better than being hated and feared and called a freak and a danger to others.
For the women who can’t walk home alone or get down the street without being harassed.
For everyone trying to be true to themselves in a world which keeps telling them they’re nothing.

But I’m also angry. Fucking furious, if I’m honest. Because none of it happens in a vacuum. Continue reading

Short Story: Pneuma Kleptis pt.3

Pneuma Kleptis – pt3
by Lee Hulme

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Sam sat on the sofa a while longer, occasionally checking the phone to reread the text. Was it a warning or a threat? She couldn’t tell.

She toyed briefly with the idea of calling Ty, then settled for sending him a text.

Anything weird happening where you are?

A few moments later the reply buzzed through.

Had to unplug the tv to turn it off. And the microwave. You?

Sam replied with a quick recap.

OK. Weird.

Came the reply, followed by:

Fancy a coffee? Know I ain’t sleepin again.

20 minutes later, hands wrapped around steaming cups of tea, Sam showed Ty the strange text message.

Ty frowned, “Even if it’s a warning it’s a pretty clear one. But who else knows?”

Sam shook her head, “I thought just me, you and Jas, but now I wonder.”

“Well Jas wouldn’t have told anyone, not even if she thought they’d help, not without letting us know.”

“We should call her.”

Ty nodded and checked the time, “We don’t wanna wake her up though, trust me,” he grinned, “Did that once when we were kids – never again.” Ty typed a text and they waited for Jas to wake up. Continue reading