“I’ve read the book. Three of you are going to visit me and tell me why I should change my ways.” “Nah mate. First you didn’t read the book. You watched that Bill Murray movie Scrooged, and second, you’re a special case.”
Yet again, the phone rang. Yet again, she answered. Yet again, all she heard was static. Yet again, she hung up, annoyed.
The Lesson Short story by Iris Carden The principal had determined that lessons would go ahead as normal. Students who needed time out, or who wanted to talk about the incident could go to the school counsellor. It was not to be discussed in class. Elizabeth gasped when she first saw Mary enter the room,…… Continue reading The Lesson
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.
Mary looked across the table at Marcus. Her expression said it all. She was sceptical, more than sceptical, that this would work.
“I’m from everywhere and nowhere. I’m from exotic islands and endless deserts. I’m from places that don’t exist anymore.”
Warning Signs Short story by Iris Carden Victor found Kitty in front of the television when he returned to the hotel room. On the screen, a uniformed police officer was saying, “Drink driving is one of the biggest killers on Queensland roads.” At the bottom of the screen were the words, “New road safety campaign…… Continue reading Warning Signs
Since my mother died, I was the last of the line. I thought about marriage and kids, but then I thought, what if I, like everyone before me, fell prey to that same degenerative illness? I couldn’t put a wife, or possible children, through all I had been through wne caring for my mother.