Anne Perry

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2020

Stories (8)

8 Stories

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“Dazed and Dazzled by Dior” by Anne Perry

Submitted to Contest #242

Dazed and dazzled by the Dior collection of haute couture at the DMA, Dorian experienced a liminal moment of decided, delirious spiritual bliss. In this state, he could hardly remember his own name or why he had come again (his sixteenth visit to the exhibit in 19 days—oh, why, why were they closed on Mondays?) Bumping into a young woman who stood with a sketchbook in front of a dazzling gingko-leaf printed draped masterpiece, his drawing diary disengaged from his arms, and a dozen sheaves of watercolor paper descended, bedecked with h...

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“The Drought” by Anne Perry

Submitted to Contest #233

The Drought I. One hot, dry day and all the blossoms are gone, Louise thought, bending over her gardenia bush to pick off all of the buds that had withered in her absence. There had been thirty or more on the bush, ready to open up any day. Now there weren’t any. She’d picked the last of the open flowers to wear in her hair a...

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“Dazed and Dazzled by Dior” by Anne Perry

Submitted to Contest #145

Dazed and dazzled by the Dior collection of haute couture at the Dallas Museum of Art, Dorian experienced a liminal moment of decided, delirious spiritual bliss. In this state, he could hardly remember his own name or why he had come again (his sixteenth visit to the exhibit in 19 days—oh, why, why were they closed on Mondays?) Bumping into a young woman who stood with a sketchbook in front of a dazzling...

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“Max and Friends” by Anne Perry

Submitted to Contest #143

Cedar trees that grow close together become joined at the top, Max had heard. That is why when some get cut down, others around them become vulnerable to high winds and destruction. When his people had first come from California, the trees were dense in his yard—a magical forest. But his family had cleared the land and filled in the natural landscape to extend the area around the pool. High winds had followed, uprooti...

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“Untethered ” by Anne Perry

Submitted to Contest #106

The first time it happened, Camilla was completely caught off guard. She had been wandering in the rose garden at the Dallas arboretum, captivated by the fragrance and beauty of over 200 hybrid tea roses of 16 varieties, and when she got to a particularly delicate peach rose, she felt a tingle in her feet. She looked down to see that she was literally off the ground—by about five inches. It didn’t prevent her from walkin...

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“Green Rivers” by Anne Perry

Submitted to Contest #105

1. The best thing about being in Branson, Missouri, ordering "Green Rivers" at the drugstore. The counter boy would squeeze fresh limes and add sugar, a thick green syrup, and soda water. It would get frothy, and I’d sit up with my legs wrapped around the red stool feeling proud I knew what to order. Back then, anyone who came in for a Coke or a shake s...

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“Through the Window” by Anne Perry

Submitted to Contest #97

Midnight. I woke up thirsty and went to get a class of water and then literally did a double take when I looked through the bedroom window. There, standing in the yard, under a bright half-moon, was a kangaroo wearing a red sweater. Just standing there, wearing a sweater! Or rather a “jumper,” which is what the Australians call a sweater. Yes, I was in the outback. Yes, I had seen many kangaroos on the way out here—but they were wild, running away anytime we stopped, while I unsuccessfully tried to take a picture. T...

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“Leroy and the Legend of Luckividious Lightningrod” by Anne Perry

Submitted to Contest #74

Leroy grew up being so superstitious that he avoided black cats altogether, never walked under ladders, wouldn't consider opening an umbrella in the house or hanging a horseshoe upside down. He wouldn't think of uttering the word "Macbeth" or saying "good luck" to someone in the theatre. He often crossed his fingers, always stayed home on Friday the 13th, avoided elevators that went to the 13th floor, and threw salt over his left shoulder whenever he went into the kitchen. And if he found a pen...

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Author bio

Anne Gordon Perry lives in Duncanville, Texas and writes fiction, poetry, creative non-fiction, and children's books. She's not the Anne Perry famed mystery writer—but neither has she killed her best friend's mother nor gone to prison!