Identity Theft

That road always felt strange to me, as if the trees were crowding close, reaching for me,  blaming me for all the crimes of humans against their kind.  I’ve always felt those trees were after me, as if anything bad that could to me would happen on that road.  

Excerpt from Muse

Excerpt from Muse Novel by Iris Carden Introduction The boy bounced the ball against the wall. He was bored and wished his mother had time to play. Dad was at work.          Mum, however, no longer seemed to have time for him. She was busy with the tiny, pink object which was his new sister.           When Mum had…… Continue reading Excerpt from Muse