Carolina Mintz

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2022

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“And Morning Stars Do Not Shine” by Carolina Mintz

An infant a little girl daddy holds her on bended knee her arms ‘round his neck he smiles to the Mother, to the Kodak she holds, from the black and white photograph in the antique frame in the upstairs bedroom on the nightstand where she sleeps, where she looks at his long-ago face before restless dreams of things that cannot be can no longer be and of strangers and lost where in her memory he holds her high over his hea...

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“Fine Sand Through An Hourglass” by Carolina Mintz

Ms. Reid scanned the last stack of history textbooks, thinking she would be checking these out to the seniors in the fall. As the school librarian, she had been checking in books all afternoon, and her shoulders ached. With a sigh of relief, she opened the last book and a folded letter fell out, fluttering to her desk. On it was written To Michael in slanted script. She looked at the computer data. The book had been checked out last to Michael Bender.“Ivy!” her mother called at the foot of the stairs. “Dinner is...

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“She Shall Play Carnegie Hall” by Carolina Mintz

It was an old upright piano, scuffed oak, a heavy instrument, bought used, pushed against the living room wall, the only place it would fit. The damper pedal worked, but not the other two. The child only found this out later because at three, her feet could not touch the floor. Some of the ivory keys were a sickly yellow, like smokers’ fingernails. Her mother told her father that their daughter and only ...

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“In the Garden Where Nothing Grows” by Carolina Mintz

*Contains sensitive content of abuse and mental health* Standing in the dead garden, the mother pulled her thin sweater tighter against her frail body. She shivered in the chill, the seasons for growing and harvesting long past. Only the husks of pole beans with their brown tendrils still clinging to the wire trellis remained there. She often came out to her garden to clear the cobwebs in her min...

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“Thursday's Child Has Far to Go” by Carolina Mintz

Bus number eight took Prudence downtown to work every day. She always sat in the same seat, second up from the back, the one with the stuck window. No one was ever sitting there when she boarded, and after a while she considered this to be her seat. She liked this seat because she could watch the people on the bus and on the sidewalk. On this particular day, a Thursday, it started to rain. She hadn’t noti...

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