Arlene Placer

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2023

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“The Second Time Around” by Arlene Placer

Submitted to Contest #271

It had been such a dreary week.Gail was not in the mood to walk to work because of the possibility of rainy weather.She chose to drive the short distance to the building. As she entered the garage and found a parking place, thoughts of her sister and the marital issues she was experiencing raced through her head.Bang!The forward movement of her body toward the driving wheel jolted her out of her trance and brought her back to the present moment.It was fortunate that it was not sufficient to activate her airbag, but it was enough to star...

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“I Listened and Heard” by Arlene Placer

Submitted to Contest #248

Contains Gay Material. It is not necessary for any of you to make an effort to pitch to me or share any anecdotes about the many wonderful moments you have had in any of these joints.There is no need for any of you to do either of those things.I am not going to do this!I am not going to give in to pressure to do something that I have no desire to do.Despite everyone encouraging, pushing, and giving me gentle nudges and shoves.Not me!No siree!No intention of being a laughingstock!To add insult to injury, the thing that you are asking of me do...

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“The Green Paper” by Arlene Placer

Submitted to Contest #240

She was too busy rushing to catch the bus to pay any mind to the wind that seemed to carry leaves, bits of candy wrappers, and an assortment of potpourri. Her heels clicked on the well-walked sidewalk, and she held onto her purse with a vengeance. “Ach,” she cried out to the sudden shift of wind, which blew a chunk of newspaper onto her coat. She pushed it off, but behind it, a stray light green piece still clung to her. It got shoved into her pocket to be forgotten as she boarded the bus and found a seat near the front. Later that eve...

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“ Never Thought It Possible” by Arlene Placer

Submitted to Contest #213

Here we are. The two of us — alone. Okay, so we aren't entirely on our own. In the kitchen is my best friend and now hooker-upper Ellie. I'm sitting in a floral-upholstered armchair while he stands by the window, his back to the room. He is holding a tumbler filled with whiskey in his right hand. A basic glass of white wine is in my left hand. He is all decked out, wearing a grey pinstriped three-piece suit with a black shirt underneath. The only casual touch he has made was to remove his tie and leave two of his shirt buttons un...

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