Christine Richardson

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2022

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“The Castaway Bride” by Christine Richardson

THE CASTAWAY BRIDE “Land ho!” A desperate bellow, brightened by hope. Perhaps salvation was within our grasp and we would survive after all. I tightened my hold on the whatever-it-was that I was clinging to, and held my breath as yet another salty shower washed over me.. The night was alive with curses, screams and prayers. A bolt of lightning turned our darkness into day, ...

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“It Only Takes a Moment to Open or Close a Door” by Christine Richardson

Gavin J. Hubbard Junior, lately of London, Ontario, Canada, grunted with exasperation as his insubstantial astral body began to ooze through the chair he was sitting on. If he had known how annoying life after death could be, he would have taken better care of himself. Not that it would have changed anything. There wasn’t much wrong with his forty-two-year-old body until the sixteen-wheeler flattened his car.It was all that stupid therapist’s fault. “Take a little detour to a pretty place, sit quietly...

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“A Hundred and Fifty-Four Acres” by Christine Richardson

“How is your back doing?” Millie asked. The grimace on Harvey’s face said it all, but she wanted to hear him admit it.Harvey ignored her question. His pain levels were private business, and acknowledging them was a sign of weakness. A farmer had better things to do than feel sorry for himself.“Did you count the livestock?’ he asked.“All present and accounted for.” That was not the chore it used to be. Harvey had sold the horses, the mule, the yearlings, and all the cows but six, along wit...

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“After the Fall” by Christine Richardson

AFTER THE FALL My knees were shaking when I walked into the dining room of the Prince Charles hotel. What had possessed me to ask Gerald to meet me here? I had imagined that an initial meeting in a public place would be easier, forcing us to chat about the weather instead of tearing our guts out. Now, room service seemed much more sensible. No curious eyes would stare at me if I lost control behind my loc...

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Author bio

Christine G. Richardson is a kindly grandmother who goes to bed far too late when she is absorbed in writing. She is active on Wattpad.com and Novellea.com. Christine lives in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada.