Anna Harris

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2021

Stories (7)

7 Stories

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“Bad trip” by Anna Harris

Submitted to Contest #209

“I’ve a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore, Toto,” Pat said, filtering in a nervous little giggle to underscore the moment. No point in allowing her travel companion to see how much the worry had already begun to invade her thoughts like a tangled, sly creeper working its way up the trunk of an old tree. She wasn’t usually such a Negative Nellie but people were given instincts for a reason, weren’t they, and right now her stomach was doing a two-step. Then again, she might just be hungry. Pat fished around behind her car seat, feeling fo...

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“The Gift” by Anna Harris

Submitted to Contest #118

Well all right ... only because you’ve asked. What I personally think it is, is miraculous. And honestly, I do understand it’s one of those things you wouldn’t – couldn’t – possibly believe, unless of course, like me, you’d seen it with your own eyes but I can assure you it’s absolutely true.Some say miracles only ever used to happen in times past, before people began recording things properly and before magicians and illusionists were a thing. You know, like Jesus turning water into wine? I’d be interested to know your thoughts on that, by ...

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“Address to the Nation” by Anna Harris

Submitted to Contest #101

Although it sat perfectly tucked beneath his starched white collar, Ellis straightened his tie for the sixth time during their brief conversation, a mechanical habit he’d developed over many years. It was a trait he resorted to subconsciously whenever he felt particularly anxious. Of all the weeks for Matthew to succumb to the dreaded virus and send this, this … Terry person to him, a replacement boy stepping up to do a man’s job, why did it have to be now?Knowing how important today was, surely Matthew could’ve made the effort to check hims...

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“The Vigil” by Anna Harris

Submitted to Contest #97

Tonight’s full moon is casting so much brilliant blueish tinted light across the valley that if one did not know better, one might almost swear it were daylight. From the kitchen window I can clearly see drystone walls laid out for miles in their dissecting patchwork patterns across the hills and all the way past the next farm’s stone cottage. Unlike here, though, my neighbours have no lit candle on their windowsill, no beacon to guide the way. They await the arrival of no-one. They have gone to bed with aches from the day’s toil and peace o...

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“Time After Time” by Anna Harris

Submitted to Contest #96

I have traced the dent in the small fleshy triangle above your clavicle, smoothed its hollow with fingertip feather touch and taken comfort from its unchanging softness. I have wound my fingers around the thickly curled strands of your dark hair and cradled your heavy head in my supple hands. I have been attuned to the quiet catch at the back of your throat from your snuffled night-time snore and the disorderly kitchen clatter of your morning coffee. I knew the warmth and timbre of your sleeping breath as if it were my own. Inhale, exha...

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“Charity Begins at Home” by Anna Harris

Submitted to Contest #93

Pamela raised the cloth and peered out from underneath the buffet table at the back of the empty ballroom. “Would you take a look at this!” she called out. “Some lowlife upended a massive platter of tiramisu that’s been squashed into the carpet. What an absolute waste. There’s gotta be $250 worth of smashed cake right here, not to mention the elbow grease it’s going to take to get this out of the pile but do they care? I very much doubt it.”Craig sighed and said nothing but grumbled quietly to himself as he continued to remove satin ribbons ...

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“Dark Times” by Anna Harris

Submitted to Contest #92

“I can’t find George Arthur,” said Lois. “He’ll be scared.”“George Arthur will be perfectly fine,” reassured her mother, nestling her chin atop her daughter’s flyaway hair. “You know as well as I do how wonderfully brave he is. He's just like you.”“Yes, and just like Daddy,” put in Lois. Barbara blinked back a hot sting of tears. “But he can’t see in the dark, Mummy. George Arthur won’t know where he is.”Barbara felt Lois’ pain. Living here alone wasn’t what she’d planned but everyone she knew appreciated the tacit understanding. They w...

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Roses are red Violets aren't blue Nothing much rhymes with purple ~ Violets are purple Roses are red Why didn't they rhyme it This way instead?