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Cyndi Wilson (Whatif)

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2023

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Cursed Mirror

Cyndi Wilson (Whatif)

I opened the door and was greeted by a delivery guy leaning on a tall, skinny cardboard box. Big, bold black letters spelled out FRAGILE. “Delivery for Bridget,” he said as I grabbed the pad he held out for me to sign. He continued to talk cordially with me. Apparently, he enjoyed his job and loved talking. “Looks like it could be a mirror, ma’am. It was a rough journey for it. I hope it fared well. I don’t want to be the one nailed with the seven years of bad luck that goes with a broken mirror if it gets damaged. Is that how that wor...

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Boxed In

Cyndi Wilson (Whatif)

Submitted to Contest #290

“Have you ever kissed anyone before?” my friend Becca asked me. “Well, yeah. I kiss my mom and dad every night before I go to bed.” “No, I mean like kissing a boy…on the lips.” My ten-year-old self knew Becca was boy-crazy. We both had a crush on the boy who never came out of his house. We called him mystery boy. We were probably intrigued because we didn’t know anything about him. He was cute, but never outside when everyone else was. What did he do inside all day? Or was he even there? One time we were at the park next to his backyard whic...

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Breathless

Cyndi Wilson (Whatif)

Submitted to Contest #289

"She’s drowning!” I didn’t see her go under the surface of the water. I wasn’t paying attention. I just knew that a minute ago, she was there, and now all I could see were the rippling circles expanding out from where she had been last. I watched for her to resurface, but she didn’t. I waited a little longer. The dark water returned to its motionless calm. Nothing. Too much time had gone by. I looked around for help, but who could I ask? Two important people in their white lab coats were comparing notes with each other. Grabbing one person’s...

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Frosty Grass, Burning Embers

Cyndi Wilson (Whatif)

Submitted to Contest #288

The usual alarm, aka my cold face, wakes me in spite of the many layers of blankets. Stepping out of bed, I grab the clothes near my feet that I placed under the covers the night before. I finally learned how to make it tolerable to get out of bed on a cold Montana deep winter morning. I resorted to doing this because cold clothing is painful. My chronic illness and weakness would make my back physically hurt when it touched my frigid morning clothes. Dressing as quickly as possible in hopes of beating the fatigue already invading my arms, I...

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