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Amanda Ellison

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2022

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Words that Burn

Lizzy Goldberg only just stifled a groan as she opened her birthday present from Grandma Miriam. The festivities had already been something of a wash-out. Early May rain had scuppered the planned barbecue, forcing the three Goldberg females and a brace of Lizzy’s sixth-form friends to celebrate within the confines of the family’s elegant town-house. Nevertheless, the despondency had been offset by the joy of her mother, Esther’s, gift: a long-coveted iPhone. It even brought forth an uncharacteristic hug. But then this. What on earth was Gr...

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Silence, Please

Submitted to Contest #211

Well, that had not gone to plan. A private detective – one she could afford on her pension and part-time librarian’s pittance – had been her last resort. Her manuscript was now gone forever. Lost. Correction: stolen. She was sure of it. Probably in the clutches of one of those bitter wretches at the writing group. So to hear the smug “Sorry, madam, that’s not the kind of work we take on here” (accompanied by a nasty little smirk) made Hilda want to gouge the investigator’s eyes out, so frustrated was she. As if sensing her wintry mood...

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The Gladstone Bags

Shortlisted for Contest #183 ⭐️

First to notice that their bags were identical was the velvet-clad bundle of menopausal flush, all feathered turban, red lipstick and suede winkle-pickers. In no other way were the two adjacent passengers similar. Is it even possible that this iPhone-clutching, business-suit-wearing wunderkind by her side would choose the exact same artfully- battered brown Gladstone bag as herself? You know, the type who probably prefaces every adjective with ‘super’ and interjects every third word with ‘like’. Most likely called Biba. Or Florence. Someth...

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