Money short story by Iris Carden I grew up in the funeral industry. I mean that literally. This business belonged to my father. When I was about two, my mother decided death wasn’t a way of life that appealed to her and she left. No-one knew where she went. No-one really cared. By the time…… Continue reading Money
Kids short story by Iris Carden Kids are the worst. Oh you thought your friendly neighbourhood 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
Contract Short story by Iris Carden “Can you put a price on a human life?” he asked. “Of course, I can,” she said. “It’s a hundred thousand if it’s going to be an easy job. It goes up in fifty thousand dollar increments for degrees of difficulty.” Her voice was low, quiet, but he could…… Continue reading Contract
The Big Time Short story by Iris Carden I was tired of quick scams, the things that get you the next meal but not much more. I wanted to hit the big time, one glorious scam that would either leave me set for life or locked up for life (or at least a long time.)…… Continue reading The Big Time
The jeweller was already dead when I broke in. I found him like that. But I tripped the alarm, and the police came, and I ran. My fingerprints will be all over the crime scene. I was there. I will never prove I’m just a thief and not a murderer.
I checked the briefcase. It was still handcuffed to my wrist, and still locked. Even so, it seemed to me that it was lighter.