Cynthia Keeler

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2020

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“Preservation of Innocence” by Cynthia Keeler

Submitted to Contest #79

“I never gave her away,” the old man says to the young man. “My invitation must have been lost in the mail.”  “She never belonged to you,” the young man says. “You can’t give away what you don’t own.” The old man rolls his eyes. “You know what I mean. She never even told me she was getting married.”  “I don’t know you at all,” says the young man without emotion. “How could I know what you mean?” The old man makes an effort to hide his frustration. This isn’t going the way he pictured it. “That’s right, you don’t know me. Do you...

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“Wild Garlic” by Cynthia Keeler

Submitted to Contest #78

“Where did you get all this?” Samuel is surveying his kitchen. The granite countertops are hidden under a jungle of green leaves. The sweet herbal aroma fills the kitchen more than the verdant wild garlic that overflows out of the sink and over every surface. He is talking loudly, almost yelling to be heard over the roaring food processor. His young son is standing on a stool at the sink washing the leaves while his wife stands almost motionless pouring oil in a thin stream into the spinning appliance.  “The forest.” She says without t...

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“Hope's Fable” by Cynthia Keeler

Submitted to Contest #76

“Mom! Come quick. Something is wrong with Hope.” Serenity continues to fold the countless freshly laundered clothing. “Fable, before you continue, think about if this is going to be tattling or not.” “It’s not. Hope fell down and is shaking on the ground,” Fable tells his mother with tears of worry in his eyes.  “Where is she?” His mother drops the tiny t-shirt she was about to fold and turns to follow her son.  “Follow me. She is in the backyard,” He motions with authority for his mother to follow him, “She isn’t talking to us...

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“Ziplay Here We Come” by Cynthia Keeler

Submitted to Contest #75

“Six hundred dollars!” Dyllan reads the price tag in whispered amazement, trying hard to picture in his ten-year-old brain what that amount of money would look like.  “That’s a steal! They could charge double but it’s important to the developers to make Ziplay accessible for everyone,” Sam says with excited authority.  Dyllan turns to give his friend a doubtful look. “How is six hundred dollars accessible to everyone? It’s not accessible to either of us!”  Sam walks the perimeter of the Ziplay display, carefully studying th...

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“Laundry Procrastination” by Cynthia Keeler

Submitted to Contest #31

Why does that black line blink? It marks where you were last typing, which is stupid because you can easily see where the words end on the page. Unless, of course, you are typing in the middle of the chapter you are currently trying to revise for the millionth time so that it might actually be something that someone with any kind of intelligence would actually want to read one day. What’s another word for sigh? It’s so overused. Exhale, whistle and maybe groan. Groan would work. She would definitely groan at what he just said. Then what, wha...

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Author bio

I'm an American writer living in German speaking Europe. Like so many others out there, I squeeze in writing between the ever day chaos that comes with raising children. If you have learned how to do this successfully, please, share your secret with me!