Mulch

Mulch short story by Iris Carden I don’t like dirt roads when I heard I’d have to drive an hour on a dirt road for this unofficial pick-up, I upped the price to fifteen thousand in cash. That extra five thousand was the hearse was going to get knocked around on a rough road, and…… Continue reading Mulch

Exhumations

Exhumations short story by Iris Carden There’s a reason my unofficial body disposals are only ever done through the crematorium. That’s a tradition my father began as soon as he took over the business from his father. In my grandfather’s day, cremations weren’t so popular in Australia, so his only option was burials, and there…… Continue reading Exhumations

Quaaludes

Quaaludes short story by Iris Carden Mr Anderson’s funeral had gone smoothly. In the reception room afterwards, I was carrying a try of sandwiches, offering them to mourners, when I saw Mr Anderson’s great-grandson handing out tablets to a group of other twenty-somethings. “What’s this?” I asked. “They’re Quaaludes, from Great-granddad’s stash. I found them…… Continue reading Quaaludes

Kids

Kids short story by Iris Carden Kids are the worst. Oh you thought your friendly local funeral director doesn’t have feelings? Think again. Kids are definitely the worst. Katie was only thirteen. She’d just started high school, and some waste of space bully had pushed her to the point where she cut her wrists. Her…… Continue reading Kids