My story “Cold, Cold War” has been published at Beneath Ceaseless Skies.
This one started from a dream a friend of mine told me she had, about a novel I will have written, which starts with blue aeroplanes flying past a monstrous tower over a white plain. Not long after, I found a photographic history book of the Russian Civil War. Oh, and an article about those newts that break their own ribs to make themselves spines to deter predators. Bang the three things together and voila: Biggles vs the zombie apocalypse!
(Well, not exactly, but you’ll see what I mean.)