Al Cassidy

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2023

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Kit for Cat” by Al Cassidy

Submitted to Contest #187

Let me tell you about Linus. Came in here like he ran the place on day one—started playing with my kids, snuggling with my wife. Even Lucy (our six-year-old terrier mix) connected with him, all while I endured months of him berating me verbally every day while they were away. Of course, my allergies didn’t help, but it wasn’t all that. He took the spotlight from me. I’m the head of this household. Dad. Paterfamilias. And he was just a sad looking runt from the city who needed a new home. Thanks to the twisted fates of the universe, it had ...

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“The Beast” by Al Cassidy

Submitted to Contest #186

“Are you awake?” “I am.” “How long have we been out?” “Hours. Maybe longer.” “Longer than hours?” “I don’t know. It’s pitch black in here, smells like goat guts, and my head is aching with confusion. And my hips are killing me from laying on the ground.” “Same. I’m real thirsty, too.” “Yep. Like cotton balls.” “I don’t hear…the thing…anymore, do you?” “No.” “What should we do?” “Find a way out.” “Agreed. But how?” “We’re on a dirt floor. I think we’re in some kind of cave. It must have dragged us here.” “That doesn’t answer how we get out.” ...

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“Glitch Back to NOLA” by Al Cassidy

Submitted to Contest #184

I was on the last plane out of Houston after a layover in Denver took me to Philly and I glitched to Texas. Imagine I wouldn’t have gotten this seat until this lady offered it up after announcing she still wasn’t ready to fly for the first time. Stuffed between two dudes at least six-five each and spilling over into my seat, I did my best to calm my nerves. Eyes closed, long deep breaths of dry cabin air, I tried to tune out everything around me. The glitching, as I had come to call it, wouldn’t stop. There were moments when something woul...

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“You Have it Backward” by Al Cassidy

Submitted to Contest #183

She said: “I’m still in love with you and I’m staying for good.” It hurt. More than anything I’d ever felt before. This backward speak had worn us both down to nothing, emotionally and physically. What made it even more painful was the look. She hides her emotions as well as a billboard on the highway, and this billboard advertised exhaustion and a tinge of frustration, but mostly defeat. It wasn’t that long ago that things were normal as could be. Alarm once. Snooze once. Pull the covers off at the second alarm beeping incessantly. For...

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