Return

Return short story by Iris Carden I don’t go back. I don’t ever go back. I don’t go to family gatherings or reunions or anything. I never go back, and I never want to. When I think about my life and when and where I’ve been happy, it’s here and now, not there or then.…… Continue reading Return

The Highway

The Highway short story by Iris Carden There’s hours of driving between blink-and-you’ll-miss-them towns along this road. There’s nothing to see and highway hypnosis is a real problem. I have to stay alert, however, because in hundreds of kilometres of nothing, the occasional scrub bull, kangaroo, or even a feral camel, will pick the moment…… Continue reading The Highway

Blood

Blood Short story by Iris Carden It was the third body in three days. All were exsanguinated, all with their throats ripped out, but minimal blood at the scene. I looked at the Head of Security, Stockton. She shook her head. No. They’d found nothing to say who or what was doing it. “If I…… Continue reading Blood

Tangled Web

I’ve seen huntsman spiders bigger than my hand.  I’ve seen bird spiders big enough to hunt and kill birds.  I’ve seen huge redbacks with their dangerous red flash across their huge round abdomens.  I’ve never seen anything like this.  It was at least four metres long.