Anita Wilson

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2022

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“What’s yours, is mine” by Anita Wilson

‘It’s mine and you can’t have it’, she watched from afar as the children played in the park across from her house. Looking through her window, she found herself drawn to the little girl standing up against this boy. One ball to be shared by two it seemed posed challenges that not even the parents who stepped in could match.Those words though, she felt at her core, and in a flash they sent her reeling back …… once more.’What’s yours is mine and what’s mine belongs to me’, the image behind those words was the face she ...

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“Radiating a Message ” by Anita Wilson

Submitted to Contest #149

It always takes an absence so great to cause a flicker of light. As he brushed his hand over the dancing flame, the holy illumination was a reminder of this symbol of truth. Such light can reignite and fire an imagination to move it away from the darkness or the intense feeling of pain, it becomes the perfect distraction from hovering too long over any sorrow of loss. Having walked through these ornate walls many...

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“Notice to Evict” by Anita Wilson

Submitted to Contest #148

The rent she paid didn’t leave for much else at the end of the working week, but it was slowly making her feel safer, further away from the place she once owned. It was still there though, always taunting her, it was all she’d ever known. That number 36 house across the other side of the street, how it had added up to a lot more than she could have ever imagined. The daughter of a retired cop lived there now, as ...

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“Walk of Shame” by Anita Wilson

Submitted to Contest #147

It starts within the same room, scheduled by shadows that darken the day. A pin cushion of pain, how it needles its way along the grey corridors of mind, how it tricks her into believing it's all about time. She can do time, she’s done time. It's these thoughts that continue to prick at the images sewn under the surface of her scabrous skin; like a deep vein of deceit, it runs its own colour of red inside her now. Her anger builds over the slow creep to where those psychological games were played. It’s become the very space sh...

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