Alexander DiStefano

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2020

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“You Know Who That Is?” by Alexander DiStefano

Submitted to Contest #57

It had been a long ride up to meet the train, but Josiah and the boys had finally arrived in the growing railroad town of Tilburg and unloaded Mr. Portis’s 1,427 head for a fair and hefty sum. Almost the instant they’d gotten all the beeves corralled the men had scattered, some to wash away the dust of the trail, others to spend their pay on gifts for the girls back home and maybe a quick poke at one of the town’s many cathouses, leaving the forman to handle all the business arrangements. But Josie and Pat, wise beyond their combined thirty-...

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“The Brakes” by Alexander DiStefano

Submitted to Contest #42

It was hot as hell and we had the big fans going in the garage the day she stepped into my life. I was finishing up underneath a beat-up ‘37 pickup. It needed much more than the oil change I was giving it but what the hell, it wasn’t my problem. I slid out from under the truck, wiped my brow and hands with a dirty rag, and there she was.She and Manny, one of the other mechanics, were talking over her car. She was wearing a tight striped sleeveless blouse and shorts that barely touched her thighs. Her blond hair was pinned up and she had on t...

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“Bert” by Alexander DiStefano

Submitted to Contest #41

For the woman, it was an instant match. The man was less sure. “He’s a little weird-looking…” “I know! It’s adorable!” “What kind of dog did you say he was again?” “Not a dog,” the woman who ran the shelter said, “an Andrewsarchus. Like a cross between a warthog and a wolf, with a little bit of whale thrown in for good measure. I should warn you they grow up pretty fast. Are you sure you have the space for him?” “Yes, I think we do. Big backyard, lots of space to run around.” “Honey, you’re sure this is the one you want?” “Absolutely.” “...

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“Alone” by Alexander DiStefano

Submitted to Contest #39

I wiped the juice from my chin and put the empty can back in my pack. I knew I’d find another use for it. At the very least it could be used to lure ants. I usually take a can with me when I go out because they travel easily. I pulled the scarf back up over my face and continued on through the burnt-out woods. I was looking for game. It had been at least a week since I’d had meat from anything other than an insect. I wanted a deer, but those were rare now. A lot of the bigger animals had been gone for a while; it was harder for them to find ...

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“Trash” by Alexander DiStefano

Submitted to Contest #38

He gets home late tonight, as he usually does on Saturdays, after working til closing and catching a movie downtown. He slides his key into the downstairs door and begins to make his way up to his third-floor apartment before he remembers to check the mailbox in the entryway. He grabs the few envelopes and leaflets and moves up the stairs. He opens the door to his apartment and switches the lights on and tosses his keys onto the coffee table in the living room and drowsily flips through the mail. Credit card offers, take-out menus, a superma...

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Author bio

Aspiring storyteller with an engineering background.