‘First Contact’ by Hugh Dunkerley

First Contact I Through a haze of ultrasound we make you out, little amphibian curled in your amniotic pool. You’re still a long way off, still trying to conjure limbs, kidneys, a central nervous system, still wrestling with your DNA, the fishtail that loops you back into the Devonian. On the monitor the nurse picks out your infant heart draining and filling with new minted … Continue reading ‘First Contact’ by Hugh Dunkerley