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Andrew Bell

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2023

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A Change of Seasons

Andrew Bell

Submitted to Contest #205

A CHANGE OF SEASONS “You weren’t playing squash last night, were you, Mick?” He glanced over her shoulder, pretending to be absorbed in the carnage caused by a bomb blast in Israel. Stabbing a potato with unusual vigour, he put it into his mouth without meeting her gaze. He hunched over his food like a mouse trying not to betray its presence to a snake. ...

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THE TOWER CURTAIN

Andrew Bell

Submitted to Contest #204

John Tower is in town. He hadn't been able to stop thinking about him since Miss Albertson had broken the news in the staff canteen at lunchtime. His gaze wandered over his Grade Five class as he smiled beatifically. Twenty-four heads were bowed over furiously scribbling hands, blissfully unaware that a living part of American history was in their town at that moment. John Tower excited him, personally and professionally, and now he had an opportunity to communicate that excitement ...

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BUILT ON SAND

Andrew Bell

Submitted to Contest #203

BUILT ON SAND “It’s a bloody El Dorado, mate.” “Yeah, we just have to figure a way to get rid of the Indians.” “Shouldn’t be hard. They’re all solo Mums, dole bludgers or surfies.” “Dole-bludging surfies at that.” “Oh, that’s a bit harsh, mate. Some of them work at McDonalds when the surf’s flat.” Bob guffawed through a mouthful of wine. “Steady on, mate, you nearly made me spit up a perfectly good pinot.” Ed plucked a piece of fluff off the right knee of his trousers. He looked up at Bob. “Seriously though, Bob, they’re pond scum a...

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Ill Wind

Andrew Bell

Submitted to Contest #202

ILL WIND Hilda tried to ignore Cassie's yowling at the back door. She drew her head under the covers, reclaiming the tip of her nose from the morning's chilling touch. The yowling continued. Guiltily, Hilda eased out from beneath the covers. She winced as the slipper caught on her corn. Her arthritic fingers fumbled with the cord on her dressing gown. Cassie pushed up on her hind legs, rubbing her body against Hilda's legs....

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