I got off my flight, along with 215 other passengers. The signs to the baggage pick-up area were actually easy to follow. I was impressed. I’ve been all over the world and seen all kinds of airports, with greater or lesser degrees of accessibility. This was logical, sensible and easy to access. It was the best I’d ever seen. To find it, I only had to leave the world and go to the Moon.
Category: Short Stories
Short fictional stories by Iris Carden.
Isabelle glanced out her kitchen window and dropped the plate she was drying. Either she was hallucinating, or there was a dragon in her back yard.Dragons didn’t exist, so rationally, she must have been hallucinating. Despite that obvious fact, she carefully stepped around the shards of shattered plate, and ran out to the back yard.
Three Pets in a Bed
Three Pets in a Bed Poem by Iris Carden There were three in the bed, and all of them said, “No room for a human. Sleep elsewhere instead.” The human said,” Wait! It’s my bed you’re in. Surely there’s room. Some of you are quite thin.” The pets wouldn’t move. They just wouldn’t share. The…… Continue reading Three Pets in a Bed
I started to wonder what life would be like today if the British had come as migrants who were willing to become a part of the existing culture, instead of as conquerers.
The Midnight Visitor
A story from three points of view, by Iris Carden Fanta’s Story Hello Everyone, Something happened the other night. It was a long time after bed time, but still a long time until breakfast. I heard a croak, and knew a frog had got into the art room. (It’s happened before.) I woke up Mum.…… Continue reading The Midnight Visitor