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Casey Smith

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2020

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On the Clock

Casey Smith

Submitted to Contest #140

Let me tell you about this one incident that I remember having with my husband the other day. He said he would be back early (he always says that), and I waited for him just like he asked me to, but he didn’t come back early. I should stop expecting him to come back early. I waited for him for four hours—that’s four fucking hours—and I admit I was a fool for ever trusting him. That’s what I always do, though. I keep on thinking he’s gonna come back early. What a fool I am.  I should mention that I was sitting at home while this was hap...

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A Trick and a Barb

Casey Smith

“Look, pick one,” I said, holding the cards out in front of me, face down. Lisa was having a hard time choosing a card to pull. “Pick a card, any card.”“Don’t rush me,” she snapped. “I like this one.”“Take it, then.”“I am.” She swiped the card and held it close to her chest. “You can look at it.”“Oh,” she mouthed and looked at her card. “Do I tell you?”“No, I have to guess,” I said, and I knew I could, too. I had been practicing the trick for ages, and I thought that I had finally mastered the technique. “Oh, okay.”“Is your card…” ...

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A Night at the Diner

Casey Smith

Submitted to Contest #48

"Refill?" the bartender asked the man sitting by himself. The bartender was old and bald, but the white employee's cap gave the illusion of graying hair from a distance. He was wearing a white coat similar to what you'd see in a laboratory. "Oh, yes, please," the man said timidly. He already felt he was tipsy, but he needed a distraction from prior events. The man was wearing a simple blue-green coat and a beige fedora hat. He seemed to anyone looking through the window of the bar area to be either deep in thought or depressed. He very rarel...

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