Chris Manders

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2020

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“COLOURS” by Chris Manders

White – everything is white.The white quietness inside the hospital is even more pronounced outside its walls. A white, desolate, godforsaken place as the snowy blizzard continues to cover everything in its path. The thick white blanket hangs over everything. Trees stand motionless, their boughs drooping with the light fluffy flakes clinging together for strength in their vast numbers. The lit street lamps try to show the way through the ever-moving icy net curtain that envelopes them. Long spark...

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“The Power Of Love” by Chris Manders

Her blindness made her feel powerless and she loathed it. Powerless and helpless and it was awful, absolutely bloody dreadful. She knew her one inordinate fear had always been that of losing her sight, but it was an irrational unease as she had no reason to think it might happen.  Now, as Claire sat on the bus with her guide dog Benny, taking their first solo (well duo) trip to the coast, she knew she had to r...

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“Time To Call It A Night” by Chris Manders

It was Halloween again and the family was gathering at Darkwood Hall as usual. Everyone had come dressed for the occasion - as someone in the family who had met a not-so-nice demise in the dim, but not necessarily, too distant past. The Chingleys had lived at the Hall for generations, having celebrated Halloween for decades in the old way, long before the Americans commercialised it and passed the idea ba...

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“Their Last Blind Date” by Chris Manders

For someone of a relatively young age, this was to be Tara’s fourth, and last blind date – although this was something of which she was not yet aware. She was aware, however, of the butterflies fluttering delicately in her stomach as she wondered what this encounter would be like. Would he find her attractive or would he even care? She felt that the male of the species often decided instantly as to whethe...

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“Claudia's Case” by Chris Manders

“Right, let’s go, Darling,” Sir James Beresford said, taking Claudia’s hand. Although both in their sixties, she took it as a child would a father’s hand. He was her rock, she loved him, she had implicit trust in him. Sir James, who really didn’t bother much about his title, lovingly looked at his gentle, elegant, charming wife thi...

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“Finally Flying Solo” by Chris Manders

This flying lark isn’t easy, she decided. Then giggled – that’s silly because larks can fly. It’s me that’s struggling! She’d been trying to learn to fly for quite a while and, sometimes, even managed to do it for a short, sharp burst, but then she always had someone with her. Going solo was going to be the hard bit – with no one t...

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“Their Second Chance - At Last” by Chris Manders

Again, on his annual vigil, he sat alone on the riverbank lost in thought. He didn’t know how long he’d been there as the only thing on his mind was his beloved Julia. It was so many years since they had been together and, although his whole being ached with an overwhelming longing to be with her he still wasn’t sure they’d ever meet again. He had relived that last night together over and over until it was so embedded in...

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“Love Through Lock Down” by Chris Manders

Bloody pandemic, bloody Boris, Mac thought as he scowled with his head turned away for fear of being seen. “Well it looks like it’s just you and me now old girl”, he spoke in the general direction of Kate. He was cross that they were both considered “vulnerable”, because of their ages and must stay at home.   She did nothing to hide her grimace as she said “I do wish you wouldn’t call me old g...

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“Too Hot For Comfort” by Chris Manders

“I can’t take much more of this Joe. It’s going to be another scorcher” Mary moaned as she pulled back the curtains letting the hot humid breeze engulf the bedroom, closely followed by shafts of searing sunlight hitting every corner with a fiery glow. If only she didn’t sleep so badly at night she might be able to wake up earlier and enjoy a cooler, more pleasant atmosphere! An hour later, gazing in sadne...

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