Freaking Great Storm, by Emma Harding

I am telling a mother about a space ship that is reportedly hovering over some convenient plane in Arizona. It is a gargantuan upside down cliff with a metaphysical time travelling shoot from there to here. ‘Talk of probes!’ And it is changing the ecological biosphere forever. ‘A freak...fucking great storm with tornadoes and lightning,’ I almost shout in her ear. But she is not interested. Intermittently she is texting her husband; a worrisome communication about their son and whether he will once again be rude to her when she picks him up from school.