Betty Wilson

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020

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“love after life” by Betty Wilson

Submitted to Contest #84

She holds out her hand for me to shake but I can’t take it. All I can see is a million tiny warning signs scattered across her palm. If I shake her hand I’ll need to wash them for two minutes afterwards, silently singing happy birthday to myself, twice, even though I was born in November and it’s only July.  I make a joke instead, holding my elbow forward like I’d seen politicians and the royal family do on the TV, but she doesn’t laugh. She just forces a smile and tells me that her name is Anna. I tell her mine and pull out her seat,...

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“Forget Me Not” by Betty Wilson

Submitted to Contest #81

Juniper never thought she’d see Robin’s face again. Never thought she’d look into those deep blue eyes that have just the right amount of green in them to mimic the globe, a miniature planet Earth spinning in front of her. Never thought she’d hear that voice, like the first notes of a song you’ve heard a million times but can never remember the name of. Never thought she’d feel her heart somersault inside her chest, stumbling over the dismount like it did when she was fifteen.  But here she is, waiting at the bus stop on the street wh...

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“long lost love.” by Betty Wilson

Submitted to Contest #54

DianneWhen I wake up, it takes me a moment to remember where I am. Like everything these days, my memory is starting to slip away and the blank white walls that surround me are no help. It’s the smell that eventually jogs my memory, that lingering scent of sanitiser and grief that used to make me feel sick but now I barely notice it.I look around the ward. Bessie has gone. So has Jack. I can’t remember if they’ve gone backwards or forwards, to home or somewhere new. I’m still here though. Just with a new accessory attached to my heart, remin...

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“Buy, Buy Baby” by Betty Wilson

Submitted to Contest #52

It was snowing outside. That much Heather had expected. Vermont winters were marked by blizzards, snowflakes carrying on their New Year's parties well into February, drunkingly dancing in the wind and forgetting their responsibility to migrate further up north. But the supermarket was empty. Heather had not expected that. Where were the toddlers, mid tantrum as they traumatise the fruit and veg aisle? Where were the old ladies struggling to read their own shopping lists, handwritten scrawls cruelly erased by the rain? Where were the cashie...

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