Short story. Moving between the present and ancient Egypt, pondering family rivalry, death, and gift shop trinkets. A woman tries to make death a more acceptable part of life, and a family deal with their spoilt sibling.
About Caroline Wood
Writing has always come to me more easily than other ways of communicating. Not always helpful or convenient in real life… I still make up stories in my head, as I’ve done since childhood.Overheard snippets of conversation, or a random word can trigger a story. My brain seems to do this automatically.I like to explore the dark, strange or the unexpected behind apparently ordinary life. The nice curtains hiding a corpse on a rocking horse. That sort of thing. But I’m less drawn to blatant horror. Instead, I like to look into the unsettling sense of things being askew, unreliable. A little bit twisted.