I just read this story by Douglas Lain. Very modern, very socialist, but I liked it. For years I’ve wanted to write a story about a summer in Montreal when a big flying saucer parked itself overhead and stayed there. Now it may be too late, which goes to show.
Here’s a story I did write, and it was published in the same place as Lain’s. Strange Horizons comes up a few times in the Best S.F. of 2006 collection I got at Worldcon, so I gather it’s not a bad venue, though neither is it a rich venue. Writing quirky little s.f. stories seems to be up there with poetry and avant-garde jazz when it comes to worldly acclaim.