Kim Meyers

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2021

Stories (6)

6 Stories

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“PR” by Kim Meyers

Submitted to Contest #247

It’s Tuesday, April 23rd and Paula wakes at the same time she does everyday, between 5:45 and 5:55am. Rising, she turns off the alarm that never sounds and quickly pivots to make the bed. She reaches for her shorts and sports bra that she had laid out carefully the night before.  For a twenty-three year old, she’s seemingly got her shit together. A recent transplant to New York City, she lives in a one bedroom apartment in an up-and-coming neighborhood of Queens.  Although moving across the country required a considerable adjustmen...

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“Chute” by Kim Meyers

Submitted to Contest #246

U around? I stare at the message from an unknown number with the 326 area code. David is the only person I know who would send such a message, and at this hour. His constant roving and ineptitude at refilling his prepaid phone account means I can never get a hold of him. I sit up in bed, it’s 1:07am and I’ve already tossed and turned fruitlessly for over an hour. My back aches from the twenty-year-old twin mattress in my childhood bedroom. He knows I make the rounds during the holidays, returning home to visit old friends. I’ve been waiting ...

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“Stained” by Kim Meyers

Submitted to Contest #244

If my mother were a dog she would have been put down by now. I’m not saying that to be cruel. If you knew her before you would know this isn’t what she would have wanted. Instead, the vessel that used to contain my mother’s soul, is rotting away in a nursing home one town over. She doesn’t recognize me anymore but I still go visit. I want to maintain some semblance of a connection with my only living parent, even if that parent is no longer grounded in reality.  In the Alzheimer’s caregiver support group there are differing opinions on ...

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“Number Thirty-Three” by Kim Meyers

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #242

“I don’t get art,” says Katrina. “Why pay so much for something that looks like a kindergartner made it?” She is staring at a beautifully chaotic painting stationed in the foyer.  “That’s a Molinkska original”, replies Jake, approaching from behind. “It also happens to be my personal favorite.” “Well, to each his own.” Her roving eye gave it one last look before moving on to the next painting hanging in the bright foyer. “It’s just not my cup of tea. I much prefer something more traditional, like a landscape or portrait.” Jake sidesteps...

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“Homecoming” by Kim Meyers

Submitted to Contest #241

He had made her a promise. Her help in exchange for a lifetime together. She had held up her end of the bargain. She saved their lives and got them to this faraway, distant place. He in return had agreed to the marriage and to be hers forever. And now, this.  Ten years of marriage and four children later, he was leaving her. Yet she vowed that she wouldn’t let him go easily. Maybe he just needed a reminder of all that she had done for him. She had protected him, counseled him, nursed his father back to health, and even killed for him. H...

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“Deviled Eggs” by Kim Meyers

Submitted to Contest #239

Six boxes.  After eight-six years of life all that remains of her earthly possessions are six cardboard boxes.  Looking at the cartons from the entryway, I get the feeling that my mother would be disappointed that we weren’t able to pare it down to fewer items.  “Well at least that is done”, says Jack, my older brother.  It’s been another long weekend of sor...

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Author bio

I started writing because it’s a better use of time than doing a lot of other things, and at least when I’m done I have something to show for it.

Shortlisted 1 story ⭐️

Contest #242
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