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Ainslie Jones

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2019

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The Wedding Reception

Submitted to Contest #153

She walked into the bedroom, he followed closely on her heels. The tears were running down her face, she was blubbering and getting snotty and she took the back of her hand and wiped her face. She stopped suddenly and she turned to face him. "I can't believe we're arguing over this." the words stumbled out of her mouth. Stanley stood there looking at his wife now for nearly 25 years. She was still to him the most beautiful woman he knew. Other women he had dated or grew up with had not aged nearly as well. He was lucky she still look...

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A Love Lost

He sat there looking at the photos. Although they were almost 40 years old, they were in mint condition. The photo album he bought to preserve them cost a small fortune but it was worth every dime. This was all he had left of her, this and the memories in his heart. Every so often he would hear a song on the radio or see a face that sort of resembled hers and it would tug at his heart with such a weight as to take his breath away. They say people don't die from a broken heart but he knew a little piece of him died every day from the moment...

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The Necklace.

Submitted to Contest #132

“Are you there, God? It’s me.” Savannah was now standing in front of the little cabinet next to her bed. She was wishing for a miracle but when she opened it, it was still empty. She had been trying to remember everything she had been taught about talking to the Lord. She was so upset but she figured this was as good a time as any. The preacher had said the Lord was everywhere and knew everything. He was watching over her and he knew her every move and thought. “Lord, you know that my grandmother gave ...

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Ms. Ainslie’s Window

Submitted to Contest #97

Her day started like every other day. The “Meal on Wheels“ people had come in and left her breakfast on the small space on her crowded kitchen table. The surface of the little pink formica kitchen table could barely be seen with all the clutter. There were stacks of old newspapers, knickknacks, old obituaries, magazines with recipes torn out, a dirty salt and pepper shaker and a empty paper napkin holder. As the attendant left she said, “Now, Ms. Ainslie don”t sit by that window all morning and let your breakfast get cold. I‘ll see you at...

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Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow

Ainslie wasn’t sure where this conversation was going. Stan had always been an extremely jealous man and things had not changed much in that arena for almost thirty years. As a matter of fact next month they would celebrate their thirteth anniversary. She hesitated before answering, “Are you sure you want to go down this path?” She was looking straight at him in those soft big brown eyes of his. He had the biggest roundest light brown eyes she had ever seen. He always took her breath away when he stared in...

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Deadville, South Dakota

Submitted to Contest #8

Deadville, South Dakota “Wake up. It is time to hit the road again,” my mother said. Ginger yawned and stretched her legs and arms and tried to shake off the sleep from her stiff body. Her brothers were still sleeping like they were home tucked in their warm beds. They loved camping and seemed right at home in their sleeping bags in this small cramped tent. The expression ‘snug as a bug in a rug’ came to mind as she watched them and listened to them snore. She grabbed her sweatshirt and stuck her feet in he...

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