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Alex Mahon

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2024

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Katy and Egg-tuna man

Alex Mahon

Submitted to Contest #300

Katy and Egg-Tuna Man I had never liked my old secondary school. The teachers never took my dyslexia seriously and some of the kids called me stupid. So it was with great pleasure I watched the wrecking ball demolish it. I’d caught the tail end of the process. In a matter of minutes, the bane of my teenage years was reduced to rubble. And if I didn’t have work to go to, I would gladly have stayed until the wrecking crew had totally destroyed my nightmare. As I was about to walk away, I spied movement from the rubble. Worried it might be a k...

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Staying Inn

Alex Mahon

STAYING IN Gorman climbed into his van and side-punched the steering wheel. Another frigging house with nothing to sell. He had better strike it lucky today or Kennedy would break his legs. The loan shark had already snapped two fingers on his left hand. And all for the princely sum of three hundred quid. With a sigh, he peered through the grill behind him. The meagre pickings of that day's bargain hunting would fetch next to nothing at auction in Glasgow tomorrow. But he couldn't quit now – for his legs' sake. He decided to do another la...

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The Old Man and the Magpie

Alex Mahon

Submitted to Contest #294

THE OLD MAN AND THE MAGPIE Back then we didn’t have Google Maps or any other kind of technology to find our way around. We relied on paper maps which were not always reliable. That was the case on the day I met the odd duo. It happened in the summer of 1976 when the country sweltered in a heatwave. I think it was in the beginning of July as I usually went on holiday midway through it. The heat also took its toll on the van-a nineteen fifties green Bedford. It crawled up the mountainside, wheezing like a sixty-a-day chain smoker. Where the ...

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Fleeced

Alex Mahon

Fleeced It was the weather that made Henson plan the heist. Six months without a holiday in a country where sunshine was a rarity had depressed him no end. The money would pay for a week or two in sunnier climes. He walked through the industrial estate between burned-out shells to one of the few buildings that had not fallen prey to vandals, graffiti artists, and arsonists. The barbed wire fence surrounding it bulged from the encroaching woods. It had one loading bay, a muddy yard awash with puddles, no security cameras, and was staffed by...

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