I was a fairly crappy student when, during my late twenties, I fought my way through a Philosophy degree. Course closures limited my choice of modules and so I took a few electives in subjects such as Politics or other Humanities, and this included an English Literature module in Science Fiction, taught by an excellent lecturer called Megan Stern.
As part of my assessment, I had the option of writing a short science fiction story, so I did. I’m now reproducing that story here. It’s all about women and periods and fertility and the planet and colony are supposed to be a metaphors for the fertile and the sterile, in a future of controlled biology.
I still don’t have a good title for it.