Cynthia Maria Grace

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2022

Stories (5)

5 Stories

121 karma pts

?

“Forgiveness Beyond” by Cynthia Maria Grace

She spits out her words toward him with seething contempt.  “You are a bad person. You wasted my life”. Her grandson braces himself as the scene unfolds directed entirely at him. Sadness is seeping from his eyes while he waited for her wrath to cease.  “I cooked for you. I did your laundry. I stood by you loyally for all those years. You humiliated me. You shamed me every day. I didn’t deserve it. You are...

3 comments 3
Read story

“Life Unexpected” by Cynthia Maria Grace

Jean looked up as the sound barrier was breached, announcing the departure of the ship. Her vision was blurred through the small glass window of her mask set to the tune of her own breathing. She could barely see the fiery tail by the time she moved her head toward the sound and lined up the two by three-inch field of vision to the fading spot in the sky.“That was the last of them” she scrolled on her handheld to her husband who was over the ridge skinning a deer and testing for radiation levels before filleting, tr...

0 comments 0
Read story

“Dateline Noise” by Cynthia Maria Grace

For the last two decades, we have always owned our own home.  Our last home was an expansive one on a lake-six bedrooms, a full basement, three bathrooms and a full walk-up attic that hid everything from various holiday decorations to unused furniture. It was a lot of room but more importantly there were no sounds except for the occasional fox rustling through the leaves, singing bullfrog or a fish jumping to capture their evening dinner. At some point, we wanted to retire and downsize. My husband was already retired and I was c...

4 comments 4
Read story

“The Red Bell Bottom Jeans” by Cynthia Maria Grace

TRIGGER WARNING: Some references to Sexual Abuse, Suicide, Physical Abuse, Substance Abuse and Mental Health.A few years ago, I was going through old pictures from an antique trunk in my mother’s attic. She was a collector of all things, although she would never admit to being a hoarder. She had collected so many items, she was considering renting extra space. So, we convinced her it was time to purge. As my sisters and I separated the pictures among us, I paused on one photograph of me standing...

7 comments 7
Read story

“The Hunt” by Cynthia Maria Grace

I find the man I love waiting for me in the living room. Dressed up for an evening out. The opportunity is too tempting to pass by.  I approach him ever so gently not to alarm him into awareness. The floor betrays me with its unsought creek. He sees me and appears unsuspectingly pleased by my atypical on-time arrival. His head turns slightly, then stops abruptly. Rendered catatonic when he sees my hands. His nostrils flare and his breath quickens as he maps his escape. Eruption ensues with his 10 fingers...

11 comments 11
Read story

Author bio

Writer and poet working on memoirs. Living in the MidWest of the United States. Enjoying the writing exercises in the Prompts.