Aron Bennett

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Unplanned Obsolescence ” by Aron Bennett

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #158

Screw-ups, breakthroughs, heavy downs, inspirational highs; the turmoil followed by the sweetest relief. That’s the process. Thereafter the wait, the crackling in the air, a callous foretaste; this time as with earlier times, another slow trundle back to the old drafting table; through pages of shame. Of waste. Sorry but not sorry. Sorry but it’s not right for us. It’s why I don’t bother anymore. Writing I mean. It’s why I don’t bother. I write instead for myself, for I am easily pleased. Or at least more easily pleased t...

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“A Room With No View” by Aron Bennett

Submitted to Contest #72

The view from his window was barren, cold, without life. What life? A life of quiescence; of expiring figures eddying around the tea trolley. That’s what sort of life. It was crummy here, and the view crummier still. Of a carpark, devoid of anything more beautiful than the odd Touring 3 series and a single hydrangea bush. “Beyond that empty lot,” said the grumpy old man, as much to himself as any other. “Beyond that lot, lies the beginning and the end of my ken.” His warder – perhaps an unfair designation – continued to plump up his pillows ...

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“Toothache” by Aron Bennett

Robert sat waiting in the barbers on Mile End while his father, Michael, had his hair cut. Before Robert was born, his father had been to that very salon to have out a bad tooth. On that occasion, an assistant had held Michael’s head still by pressing against it with two hands interlaced, as the barber – known as Sweeney Todd – tugged, one knee to the chest and… heave. And … heave. The rotten molar had pinged across the room like a seed discharged from Molly Moore’s infamous long rubber peashooter. A bizarre though not altogether uncommon si...

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“Mr B” by Aron Bennett

Submitted to Contest #47

You gave me your name before the mystery surrounding the same had even managed to form swells of warm air in an otherwise stable breeze.  Or rather, you didn’t.  I clocked it on your button badge, in bold dark grey capitals. Much later, you introduced me to your family, to your life. But it is only now, you reveal yourself fully.Just say it. Anyone would think it a leap into the Cayman Trough. But then I know more than anyone what you’ve been through. And for a while, I shared intimately in this, your untold disquietude.&...

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Author bio

34-years-old. Currently furloughed with a seemingly unlimited band of time to write. From a lovely city unattached to a motorway in the UK, called Norwich. An unworkable penchant for failures in love. Oh... I’m a trustee for a national mental health charity too which I spend much time on (more so now of course). There’s probably more to say but as I’m not (yet) famous, I won’t bore everyone silly

Shortlisted 1 story ⭐️

Contest #158
Unplanned Obsolescence – read story