Stone Age

Years ago I was standing in a neolithic stone circle, somewhere in the north of England, or maybe it was Scotland. I was on the road at the time. As I stood there feeling the ancientness, a fighter jet screamed across the sky overhead. I wrote this story soon after.

Warning this contains sex and a bit of gore. The thing about the snail and the sex and the infidelity are from a traditional tale I’d recently encountered but have thus far been unable to track down again.

I was quite a fan of J G Ballard at the time. I'd recently met him at a book signing in London. He'd just published Empire of the Sun.