Caitlin McDaniel

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2022

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4 Stories

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“Bunny Will Keep Me Safe” by Caitlin McDaniel

Submitted to Contest #184

If it hadn’t been for everyone crying out, I would have thought I’d gone blind. It wasn’t an outrageous thought. Ollie had gone blind not long before her death. The once brightly lit room had gone pitch black. I had been laying on the couch in the living room while Mom and Dad sat at the dining table surrounded by their friends. The constant noise coming from the dining room was making it hard to nap. I could have gotten up and left the room, but I enjoyed being near them. I liked listening to what they talked about with their friend...

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“When Luck Goes Missing” by Caitlin McDaniel

Submitted to Contest #180

Rabbit’s feet. Horseshoes. Four-leaf clovers. Pennies. These are your common, run of the mill lucky charms. Mine was a five-foot, 80-year-old woman by the name of Estelle. She was a common sight at the craps table and a lover of 80s heavy metal. She was also my grandmother. It might seem odd to have a person as your good luck charm. I don’t think it’s any weirder than walking around with a dead rabbit’s foot in your pocket, though. It first became clear that she was my charm during elementary school. She made a point of comin...

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“Since We Last Spoke” by Caitlin McDaniel

Submitted to Contest #174

My eyes must be playing tricks on me. I rubbed at them and looked again. Squinting the figure into focus. That is him. His hair is now white as a cloud and his once youthful face is weathered, but it’s him. As he made his way around the pond approaching me, I could see him searching his mind for the memory of my face. He didn’t have to search long. “Roger? Roger Cook, is that you?!” he exclaimed. “It sure is,” I answered. I stood up from the park bench to shake his hand. “Charles Clark, it’s good to see you.” “Wow, you to...

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“The Last Knock” by Caitlin McDaniel

Submitted to Contest #172

I knew who was banging on the door before I even opened it. This was already the second time this week. I braced myself as I opened the door and not for the cold air. “Hi Kara,” I greeted. “Erica, I’m so glad you’re up. I’m in a pinch and could use a little money for the bus. Pretty please!” We both knew it wasn’t for the bus, but I was too tired to argue with her. She looked tired too. Although, her eyelids weren’t heavy from working overtime. “One second,” I sighed. She leaned against the door frame in a casualn...

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