Cliff Henderson

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“No, Wait...” by Cliff Henderson

Submitted to Contest #151

“It’ll only hurt for a second. Really! See that picture?” I turned to look and said “Where?” That’s when the nurse jabbed me. “Oowww” was the only thing I could think to say. But her skilled hands made the procedure so quick that it really didn’t hurt at all. I instinctively went to rub my arm and she stopped me. “First things first” she said with an accent that could only come from the West Indies, and she had a small bandage over the puncture. Then she sat back in the examination chair, crossed her arms and looked at me with an expressi...

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“Late Return” by Cliff Henderson

Submitted to Contest #91

“Dad, I have to return this book!” “What are you, nuts? The mutants are about to come out. You can’t go out there!” “But if I don’t return it today I’ll be hunted by the Librarian Squad! They don’t play!” “Why didn’t you return it earlier?” “I forgot.” Dad gave his eleven year old son Felix a pained look. All he could do was look down at his shoes, embarrassed. “Fine, we’ll go now. Maybe it’s not too late.” “Wait” said Mom, “you can’t be serious. It’s too late, the sun is going down. You’ll be out there with the mutants.” “I know swe...

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“Life, Death, or Freedom!!!” by Cliff Henderson

Submitted to Contest #66

Prisoner 567198 stepped out of his cell on the first day of his incarceration. He saw all of the prisoners heading for the back of the common area to stand in front of the big screen TV hanging from the ceiling. Curious, he joined the hubbub. He wound up in the back of the crowd as a gameshow started. All around him the other prisoners were taking bets. He sidled up to one of the other prisoners to see what was going on. “Hey” he said. “Hey yourself” came the reply. “Oh, I remember you. You cost me a pack of smokes. I’m Rick.” Rick was 5’1...

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“Pumpkin Spice” by Cliff Henderson

Submitted to Contest #63

Teddy entered the cafe and grimaced. He didn’t like pumpkin spice, and here it was on full display. From the pumpkin-spiced lattes to the pumpkin-spiced doughnuts. He stepped to the counter and ordered green tea. It was then that he noticed his co-worker had beaten him there. Charles saw him and waved him over. Teddy let the counter person know where he’d be and joined Charles at his table. Charles rose from his seat to greet Teddy. “Hey, how’s it going? For a moment there I thought I was going to be the only one here.” “Yeah, yeah” ...

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