Abigail Airuedomwinya

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2019

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“Stolen toys” by Abigail Airuedomwinya

Let's face it: Roland could never have known his boyfriend had secrets he still kept away. The move was a good one for both of them but underneath the smiling facade, there had been something hidden; something not particularly sinister but not entirely good. And Roland could not have known. It was Roland who chose the new house and the neighborhood. It was he who, after searching tirelessly for days, circ...

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“long live the king” by Abigail Airuedomwinya

"We are not going to die tonight." He says, reading from a worn note, "The night is as silent as death but we will not die tonight." "That's all?"  "What were you expecting?" "I don't know. What was their story again? It was tragic, yes?" "They died in a fire. What's so tragic about being burnt to death?" "That's not what I heard." Her voice is low, sticky like mud. "I heard they died i...

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“this is the big picture ” by Abigail Airuedomwinya

Pearl Harrison was an unfortunate spinster who had the most forgettable face. Her skin was razor-sharp, of course, but that was just about it. She had gray eyes that sometimes looked like the sky after a thunderstorm; blurry and out of place. Her mouth and her nose might have been made for a different person entirely, probably for someone in the Philippines. For her, it made her look stupid. She had few friends and the ones she had were already on their second and third child. She would sit in her kitchen, listening...

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“Oh, man.” by Abigail Airuedomwinya

Hunter told his wife about the four writers that would visit them in the future. They were in her kitchen when he told her. Her aged body processed the message and slowly, her face softened."It's always a good thing to have visitors." She said to him.He laughed and hugged her and together they danced to the song of nature. The world was empty but Hunter knew how well to keep the peace. He could see the future as effortlessly as he could see the light and it was a good thing. Even Betty knew that too. His wife was ...

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“bless you, child.” by Abigail Airuedomwinya

The lights flickered on to reveal his face. He had on a smile so neat and so quiet. It was the kind of smile that made little sense and yet so powerful one couldn't look away. His forehead had a line drawn with careful calculation. The line was almost straight going from his left ear to his right. Underneath the faint glow of the fluorescent lights, it seemed beautiful.Belinda scratched her head and looked at her girlfriend. They weren't speaking but their eyes had a tale they both understood. It was that simple yet host...

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“Men and Fathers ” by Abigail Airuedomwinya

When the night descends on the store, Chris is already seated and is sipping hot chocolate. The moon filters through the window and settles diligently against the sticky pool of chocolate. Chris knows she's going to be late again so he thinks about his father and his brother on a plane to Jamaica. He feels the need to call but he doesn't know how to tell them he misses them. The words always seem to hang in the air, clog...

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“Sensitive” by Abigail Airuedomwinya

The car refused to start. Thad opened the door and with one foot out and one in, he began to push. Four men with small dreams joined and after a while, the car jerked and came alive. Since Thad knew all four men, he didn't need to pay but he slid his hands into his jacket and pulled out notes.  Baby sat in my laps, her hands in her mouth. She still had that habit of sucking her hands despite knowing Thad ...

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“The Eight-year Cycle ” by Abigail Airuedomwinya

"Pa, let me make your tea." He looks at her as she weaves her hands into her hair. He likes how she reminds him of snowfalls. He doesn't know who she is except that in eight years, the police would find her in her kitchen, an empty packet of cigarettes beside her bloodied form. He's seen that before and it doesn't scare him anymore."Of course. Add a lot of milk." He tells her."But..." She stops herself and begins to walk away."What?" He asks.The morning is purple as if someone has drowned...

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“Old Friend” by Abigail Airuedomwinya

It was a dark night and we'd been walking for days. Ahead of us were thick bushes and trees like canopies. And behind us was the hostile cold. We could only see a couple of old stars as we journeyed farther into the jungle, our maps telling us Allyton Cottage was just after the trees. Larry yawned again and stopped. He searched his pockets for the last cigarette and left it in his lips. We had no lighter in hand and Larry knew that but still, he let the cigarette stay there, unattended."Do you think we should go back?" Larry asked,...

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“Zeros” by Abigail Airuedomwinya

Dear Robert, It just did not seem right to lie about you but I did, to her. Don't ask me about the freckles on her cheeks because I did not count them. I'll tell you this though: she listened as I told her about the lie. It seemed odd that she would really listen but she did. Do you think she still misses you? I hope she doesn't because I want her to miss me too. Do you think we could share her love and devotion? ...

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“This One's a Secret” by Abigail Airuedomwinya

It was her face he wrote about in the prologue of his last book. He gave such a detailed account of it and how her face broke his heart. He talked about her eyes in fourteen vertical lines and even touched it in his memory. He said her eyes were like the ocean, richly taunting and untrue. He loved the way her eyes rolled when she was about to spin another lie. He liked it when she lied to him because she was beautiful be...

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“How to be a Girl” by Abigail Airuedomwinya

Trigger warning: domestic violence   Buy a lipstick  She is standing in the store again, in the place where all the lipsticks hide and she's trying the fourth one. It's purple and almost hideous but she smears it in the back of her hands and looks carefully. She doesn't look up but she knows two people are staring at her empty cart.    She smiles at herself as she turns her hands into the glow of the fluorescent lights. It's almost blinding but she likes it....

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“Ask Akeem” by Abigail Airuedomwinya

My father was a soldier who came from a long line of warriors. He was a soldier so skilled in the simple act of violence that he earned my mother's love. They were married in July above blue clouds and green grasses. He practiced a lot: shot watermelons and oranges and let them stay in the sun to rot. It was simply magic and my father practiced every time. He was perfect.Or so it seemed.The night before his next practice, my brother and I made a pact. Since he was leaving for college the next day and I ...

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“Love and Broken Bones ” by Abigail Airuedomwinya

The car made a stop at the flower shop and bought a bouquet of roses. They smelt beautiful, like the sun before thunderstorms. Roman held the flowers firmly, afraid to hope for more. He was scared of how everything would go after all the months apart and as the car sped towards home, he leaned in and tapped the driver who was whistling a tune. "Do you think she'll like it?" He asked. The driver tur...

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“Angels” by Abigail Airuedomwinya

He said, "I don't know what you want from me." But he knew and the way he dug his nails into the rail told her he understood. He was looking at the sea below, at the frivolity of the world. The sky was a pale yellow, the kind of color that stole words. The freckles on his cheeks moved against the sun-bleached horizon. The world was whispering to him but he was too far gone. "It's not funny."...

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