Christine Tapper

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2019

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“THE SCREAM” by Christine Tapper

Submitted to Contest #147

He was theatrical - for a surgeon - and made a real song and dance about the state of my inner right ear. At the time, my Ear, Nose and Throat man must have been at least eighty and he spoke with strong traces of a German background. He diagnosed a blocked Eustachian tube as the cause of my hearing loss, tinnitus and constant, pounding headache. Then raised his voice and told me how he would have to knock me out so he could remove the impacted debris; there was no other way. He apologised for the inconvenience (mine) of having to go into hos...

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“I Believe You've Lost a Cat” by Christine Tapper

Submitted to Contest #30

“Where is Chester?” Meg sighed in frustration; she hadn’t seen him in days. Meg loved how he could smooch - and purr his whiskers off. She liked everything about him from his silken, grey fur to his hot, fishy breath. He would follow her around and weave his way between her ankles. Each night he slept on her bed and in winter would curl into the small of her back. They kept each other warm by mutual agreement. Then, in mid-summer, Chester disappeared. Why? thought Meg. Was he feeling the heat? Milk turned sour in the saucer?...

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“ In Emerald Pond” by Christine Tapper

Submitted to Contest #16

Crissinda gasped. It was him, Lucas, there in the maze, the prince from her vision. The one she had fallen in love with instantly; unstoppably.As she peeped through the hedgerow again, she realized he'd drawn a woman into his arms. Locked in their passionate embrace, they neither saw nor heard her.The wind billowed around Crissinda trying to dry her tears. It steered her from the maze along a cloistered path. As she ran, she held her skirt and petticoat high. As soon as she reached the banks of Emerald Pond the wind dropped, Criss...

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“Eddie's Dilemma” by Christine Tapper

Submitted to Contest #15

Eddie had wanted a gap year but dad knew better. “Join the family business son.”He arrived at our new house as his dad’s apprentice. A trustworthy friend had recommended the pair so we left them in the kitchen, to fit taps above the sink and make the right connections to the piping below. While they toiled with spanners and wrenches and bits and bobs of plumbing apparatus, we went food shopping.When we arrived home the plumber’s white van had departed from our driveway and, much to our relief, they’d locked the front door. A quick inspe...

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