Brad Heald

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2022

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“Potato, Potato” by Brad Heald

Submitted to Contest #293

Potato, Potato Seeking refuge from a confusing American psyche? Take a long motorcycle trip. A reverberant, mobile refuge. Good or bad, the rider and machine encounter a narrow slice of American nature and a measure of self-indulgence. For me an opportunity to extend the shorter end of middle age.   Swinging my Magnum leather boot over my Road King’s saddle is in itself sort of a protest to the steady physiological changes setting in with aging. Riding the Harley I feel strong, gritty, and a bit swashbuckler. I hear the dist...

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“Wild Pete” by Brad Heald

Submitted to Contest #187

 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 November morning,. Let’s look back .My parents had gone to...

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“Whoops, Billy Came Back” by Brad Heald

Submitted to Contest #186

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 come soon. Pack those bags with important documents and what you will need in the short term. Hide them where they are easy to access.” ”Okay Billy. Come soon.”...

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“B825064” by Brad Heald

Submitted to Contest #184

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 the ...

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“Pickles and Ice Cream” by Brad Heald

Submitted to Contest #154

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. Jacob admires Gin, his wife, sunk down and asleep in the passenger seat. A wholly erotic vision crawls into his head showing them at home joined together in their warm bed. ...

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