Cindy Hinds

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2020

Stories (6)

6 Stories

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“Pouring Blessings” by Cindy Hinds

Submitted to Contest #160

“No!” she cried. “No, no, no!” She collapsed back onto the bed and let the small plastic stick slip through her fingers and fall to the ground. She could not believe it! How could she allow this to happen? How in the world in this day and age had she not protected against this! Well, she thought, it’s 2003 and there are ways to deal with these things. And just as she thought it, guilt seized her and she quickly brushed off both the thought and the guilt. She closed her eyes, giving into the exhaustion that still lingered from the half marat...

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“The New Year's Eve Curse” by Cindy Hinds

Submitted to Contest #126

“You know, we really should quit meeting like this,” Mike said, shaking his head.“Heyya, Mike,” I said. “Mike, Ben. Ben, Mike.”“Nice to meet you,” Ben said, a bit confused.“Hello, Ben,” Mike said. “Sandy and I have met a few times. I really thought she would make it through the night this year without having to call Fire and Rescue. You were so close, Sandy!”“I know. I let my guard down,” Sandy said, pouting a bit.“What would New Years Eve be without a call from Sandy?” Mike asked his partner, Gerry.“Very funny,” Sandy said, wincing a bit.“O...

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“"Peace"” by Cindy Hinds

Submitted to Contest #119

“Listen,” He whispered to me, “just listen.” “I am listening and I hear too much!” I answer desperately, hopelessly. “I am tossed on a violent sea of words, an ocean of phrases and utterances. On the horizon I see a billowing hurricane of political buzz words, cultural accusations, and inhumane testimonies tossing the sea, making huge waves across the dark depths. Each rotation of the massive word storm feeding on itself as it fights to stay in power, to stay relevant, to grow larger, and to wield more terror.” “Listen?” I ask? “All I do is ...

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“Begin” by Cindy Hinds

Submitted to Contest #66

She draws her breath in a deep, long inhale and lets it out slowly as she hears, “This will be…”Suddenly, she’s on the football field, cheering with her squad. The scoreboard shows a rout and she knows her boyfriend will be exhausted and grouchy afterward, so she begins to ready herself for the disappointment a teenage girl feels when her boyfriend says he’d rather just go home and sleep than hang out after the game.She hears the words “…testimony at…”His name is Les, she thought.His name is Les and he loves her. He is the leader of the foot...

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“Already-Not Yet” by Cindy Hinds

Submitted to Contest #62

Christians are stuck in the already-but not yet…Our future is secure, yet we still toil in this world. She opened her eyes and looked around the room. The light is all wrong and the room is, what is it? It’s like it’s pretending, like it’s staged. She saw her husband emerge from the bathroom. “Are you going in late today?” he said, with a strange look on his face. She wanted to leap from the bed and hug him tight, but something was keeping her from that. It was the tight and drawn look on his face and something was wrong with his light. ...

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“Manure” by Cindy Hinds

Submitted to Contest #61

It’s been a long week full of work. But it’s Friday, and I’m going to take my coffee and my book and go sit out back in my porch swing and read before we start this day. I only have a few minutes, really, but it’s a crisp early spring morning and it feels so nice after this long winter. Texas springs do not last long. I should take advantage while I can. I grab my book, my reading glasses and my spring-borne renewed sense of hope and head out to the back. As I sit down, I can hear, floating on the spring-warmed air, faint sounds of the band...

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Author bio

I'm a single mom in East Texas to a 16-year-old girl who lit up my world the moment she bounced into this world. We live simply and quietly with one dog and one cat; church on Sundays, friends on Fridays. I have a career in other people's words - I'm a stenographer. For 25 years, I've captioned what everyone has to say. Now, I want to have a turn at having a say! This is either a pipedream or it's real. People love reading my posts and such on Facebook. I haven't quite figured out how to make that work in a different format, but I'm going to try.