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Bonnie Clarkson

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2020

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Two Year Old

Bonnie Clarkson

Submitted to Contest #76

THOONK! The horn yanked my gaze from the window to the windshield, now almost full of a semi-truck and trailer. The sight compelled my lungs to suck in deeply. The driver barely missed us by swerving around us. Mother swerved to the right and slammed to a stop. My mother had driven halfway into his lane. “Didn’t you see him coming?” I fumed. “It’s incredible we didn’t have an accident.” While Mother’s hands were still glued to the steering wheel, I lunged toward t...

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Thanksgiving Versus Pride

Bonnie Clarkson

This is an allegory of a boxing match between Thanksgiving and Pride. It is written as if it was reported on a radio station. Blows and punches are given names. I hope it fits the definition of all dialogue. ANNOUNCER: This is it. The fight of fights of the year. The fight is between heavyweights, Thanksgiving and Pride, who will punch, pound, and pummel each other to see who wins the prize. We talked to Pride in the locker room and here is what he said. ANNOUNCER: Are you sure you are ready for this fight? PRIDE: Never been fitter. I...

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Making a Connection

Bonnie Clarkson

Submitted to Contest #73

Making a Connection “Father, are you home?” Coming in the door, Leigh Covington the athletic, blond, thirty-year-old and Tony, her autistic, eight-year-old son, came into the house holding hands. “Merry Christmas, Father!” Leigh dropped Tony’s hand. She held out her arms to embrace her father, while the child stood at the center of the room and stared at the ceiling. “I have a special gift for you.” The door opened and Leigh’s husband Willard Covington, strong and tall, built like a football player, drug in a bushy Christmas tr...

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Idorean

Bonnie Clarkson

Submitted to Contest #72

“Christopher’s Personal Idorean Device here. You will want pizza for tonight.” “Thanks for telling me. I’m ready for the recipe you picked out.” Twenty-two-years-old, away from my mother, and the P.I.D. makes the living easy. I like my hair short, but I’ll wait until the program predicts when I want it cut. I do like the new autumn colored shirt it said I would buy. It makes my brown eyes appear larger. Before starting the pizza, the doorbell rang. I sighed when I saw who it was. “I had a prediction you would be home now, Mr. O’Brian,” ...

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Priorities

Bonnie Clarkson

Submitted to Contest #67

Priorities My footsteps echoed in the rotunda chamber of the capitol. I looked around and then at my feet. Footsteps. Footsteps of great democratic leaders walked here: Henry Clay, John C. Calhoun, and. John F. Kennedy. Here I am, a democrat representative, hoping to follow in the footsteps of those great leaders. I imagined great hopes at that time. Footsteps, echoing as mine had, made it impossible to sneak up on me. It was my frenemy Republican Representative James Beckett. “Well, Representative. Keven Montigo,” he said. “How does i...

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