Cain Adomnain

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2020

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“Abraham Lincoln & Grandma’s Grandpa” by Cain Adomnain

Submitted to Contest #57

“My grandma’s grandpa lived in Danville, Illinois. He was a farmer. Grandpa Jeptha was a good friend of President Abraham Lincoln. President Lincoln lived in Springfield, Illinois. He was a lawyer. When President Lincoln had trials in Danville, he stayed in the home of Grandpa Jeptha. They played games and talked. They were great friends. Grandpa Jeptha was very sad when President Lincoln was assassinated by John Wil...

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“The Sledgehammers” by Cain Adomnain

Submitted to Contest #56

(In 1946 nearly half of the world was either a colony or occupied territory of another country. The Soviet Union actively participated in most of the world’s liberation movements. By 1975 few colonies remained.) Moscow, Oct. 1945 Alexi Dzerzhinsky fidgeted in his padded chair. He couldn’t decide if he was nervous or if his back just hurt again. He wondered if his old bones mi...

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“Does Sylvia Know?” by Cain Adomnain

Submitted to Contest #55

“Does Sylvia know?” “I’m not sure.” “No. Seriously. Does she know?” asked Gwen’s grandmother, leaning forward from her rocker and putting her face closer to Gwen’s mom Kathy. “Mother, it’s so hard to tell.” “I worry so much about all this. It’s terrible!” sighed Grandma Mary tugging on the bottom button of the beige cardigan she always wore. ...

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“Tomorrow’s Hero” by Cain Adomnain

Submitted to Contest #54

“Miguel, I get that you can’t teach, but try, man! We’re running out of time!” “I’m Megl. That’s the name on both my plaques at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.” “Yeah, but your birth certificate says Miguel, right?” “My legal name is Megl.” “Whatever. Look we don’t have time to argue about your name. I’m gonna be on The Ellen Show ...

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“The Cottage and the Kennel Visitations” by Cain Adomnain

Submitted to Contest #53

Ginger Cottage was billed as the Villa Palmieri for our summer pandemic Decameron. The photographs on the website must have been taken the second renovations were completed 15 years ago. If you compared the photos to what the cottage actually looked like, you could, with a bit of imagination, conclude that the presentation was not an outright lie … but it was about as close to an outright lie as one could get wi...

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“Blunderbore Comes to Kibworth's Market” by Cain Adomnain

Submitted to Contest #52

Tomorrow is market day in Kibworth. Hudde Cook said he was taking five Kibworth crosses to the market. “Jack, I thought we sold all that goose’s eggs years ago. Imagine how surprised I was when I found five crosses,” said Hudde, twisting his head on his now crooked shoulders to look up at me. I laughed and patted my friend on the shoulder. That’s what we did with the golden eggs. No one ...

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“Burying Blunderbore” by Cain Adomnain

Submitted to Contest #51

Take nothing for granted. Ever. At my age, you come to know that anything important must be done today, as there will be few tomorrows. Something had been left undone, and it troubled me. Blunderbore should be buried. Finally. After all these years. It wasn’t right to just leave him there. He wasn’t a person, but he was like a person. He could talk. He had thoughts. He might have even had a soul....

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“Kibworth Crosses and Golden Eggs” by Cain Adomnain

Submitted to Contest #50

Sit down, son. I want you to learn something about your family and your father. I had hoped I wouldn’t have to tell you this story. I kind of wanted to keep it a secret. But I watched you today going about your business, and frankly, I didn’t like what I saw. Now, now. Yes, I know. But. Here’s the key: You’re not a “de Wystan,” but I am your father. You’re not a “de Wystan” because I’m not one either. I wasn’t born Jean ...

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“A Long Wait in the Rose Garden” by Cain Adomnain

Submitted to Contest #49

“So, you waited 28 years for your wife to die. Did I understand you correctly?” June Maxwell had stared at her notes so long without making sense of them that she wondered if she was ill. She read the words over and over, but no meaning formed from them. As her words echoed back to her ears, they sounded more accusatory than she intended. “Well. Not exactly. I was trapped in a marriage, a...

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“Empathy Girl Must Die” by Cain Adomnain

Submitted to Contest #48

You’d think they’d promote me like Beyoncé. But they’d rather I be dead ‘n’ gone. No, man. Don’t go! Please stay. I don’t get much company and never anyone my age. Nah. I won’t hurtcha. That’s for sure. Look at these little arms. Li’l chicken wings. That’s what my brother calls ‘em. I know you think you know why I’m here - but do you really know why I’m here? I mean rea...

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