Brad Heald

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2022

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“Disappearance” by Brad Heald

Mrs. Edna Covington examines herself in a large mirror tucked in a corner of her store and smiles. She feels satisfied her weight falls within the allowed self-imposed margin. Her visual measure places her a bit past middle and superbly describes a body weight epitomizing pleasingly plump. Mrs. Covington's recent weight addition feels lovely, like a thin sweet meringue over coconut cream. She prefers to be described as voluptuous from those who might offer mention of her out of earshot even th...

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“Pappy's Bell” by Brad Heald

“Speak now,” the lady says softly touching his arm with her hand.An hour ago Pappy filled a vacant chair at the bar beside her. The two made immediate eye contact and she began talking as though he were an old friend. He listened, kept eye contact but said little. Outside the sun had set and the back end buzz of Happy Hour sounds inside.“Say something nice. I’m sitting here telling you all about me through a couple martinis and that tells you how much I like to talk. My thinking out loud, to you, exposes your ...

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“Wild Pete” by Brad Heald

 Wild PeteStories originate with each soul, Even the soul of cats. My Grandad’s raven sharp barn cat’s soul came with an abundance of independence. Although within Wild Pete’s physical dimension, he operated as a somewhat muddy and manuery (if that’s a word) barn cat.  In 1953 my family called me Butch and I’m compelled to tell this brief story that belongs lovingly to my Grandad, me and Wild Pete. I met Pete at age five on a snowy, bitter cold Novembe...

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“Whoops, Billy Came Back” by Brad Heald

Content warning: Frequent cussing. “Billy it’s Polly.” “My oh my. Polly I never expected to hear from you, been sixteen years. Everything okay?” “Your sister gave me your number. Pike is mistreating your son Billy, and me. I don’t know what to do. I can’t talk much before I start crying. Can you help?" “Polly, if you haven’t already, assemble a go bag for the both of you. I’ll com...

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“B825064” by Brad Heald

B825064’s fingers fidget sitting in the captain’s chair fully absorbed in thought, he considers a difficult decision he will soon make. A 360 degree, high resolution screen surrounds the interior control room of spaceship Y82 Cusk. Dark green synthetic eyes fixed sadly forward at ocean blue Earth, 500 miles distant, a seemingly serene floating globe painted against the dark universe. Voice control commands produce insets on the screen of the requested information. Spaceship Cusk moves gracefully with Earth and sun circling the center of t...

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“SPARKLES” by Brad Heald

Sparkles“Damn.” The sailor turns as a cab pulls up on Girod Street in New Orleans and the driver door window slides down, “You need a ride?”“I do cabby. Follow that car,” he excitedly points to the Nissan pulling out of the parking lot onto Fulton Street. See that Nissan 240Z, that’s the one?”“Hop in Cracker. I been waiting all my life for someone to say that, to quote Gregory Peck, if you know who that is.”***

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“Great Jenny Grand” by Brad Heald

Contains a bit of foul language GREAT JENNY GRAND     Right now, I’m sleepily in the present and lying in my bed with my wife hoping, no, begging for a full night’s rest. I’ve been writing all damn day. I put on my eye mask to block the television glare. Drowsiness evades me and disappears like a morning first cup of coffee. Not to be deterred I begin counting sheep, pacing; one sheep...

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“Pickles and Ice Cream” by Brad Heald

Content Warning: This story has brief sexual content and two cuss words.Pickles and Ice Cream The engine purrs evenly as it propels the Mercedes C-220 through Connecticut meadows and stands of Birch and Maple. The headlamps spread light over the wet pavement and on curves captures a damp scenery and snowflakes mixed with the rain. Outside it is ice cold. ...

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