A modern Arabian nights told by travellers stranded at an airport. Effectively short stories set in the modern world. Familiar settings but with a fantastic (literally) edge. Since the teller is different each time you never know what is coming next and even the linking sections hint at a climax in the tellersâ€™ world.
When Bernard awoke it was just light; and he felt strangled.
New shoots had grown entirely around him in the night, and he could not move. They grew around his neck and legs; they enfolded his upper body, pinning his arms to his sides. By this time there was sprouting from Fareed a mass of creepers and flower that enchanted people in all the adjacent enclosures with their glorious scent.
'Fareed!' Bernard whispered anxiously. 'Help me! I have been trapped by the plant. It has grown around me. I have to cut the roots. Break them. Help me!'
He tried to wake Fareed but the old man was delirious and could not take any notice.