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Dalia Grigorescu

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2020

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Grandma’s Cake

Submitted to Contest #278

“You made Grandma’s cake?”The words slashed through the Thanksgiving chatter like the first cold, unexpected blow of a storm wind on a sunny day. Three siblings, their spouses, their six children, plus the siblings’ parents - fourteen souls altogether - had made it through dinner in peaceful harmony; but that came to an abrupt, and maybe not so surprising halt, at dessert time.“Come on guys, this is not the time…” Darian begged, his gaze trailing from his younger brother to his younger sister. But Frances held the cake up high, and her chin ...

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Never-Ending October

Submitted to Contest #274

A spider is crawling slowly, tentatively, along the hearth, thin black legs against the red brick illuminated uncertainly by the log fire. I should scream and call for Daniel, or at least pull my feet off the floor and tuck the soft throw tightly around me. But I don’t. I marvel at my own lack of reaction, and at the thought that screaming would be terribly unfitting in this space. This calm, quiet, beautiful place. “Why aren’t you out there?” I ask the spider. I think of the white cobwebs I spotted this morning, spread on top of our hedges,...

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Ben and The Cat

Submitted to Contest #30

It had been a year since Ben had stopped talking. The day it happened, Ben’s roommate Jack found him sitting on the floor with his head in his hands, crying. When Jack asked what happened, Ben looked up, wiped his nose on the sleeve of his blue sweatshirt and opened his mouth to answer. But instead of words, only loud sobs came out. Ben handed Jack his phone and Jack read the texts. He put the phone gingerly on the floor next to Ben, and touched his shoulder. “Sorry… if there’s anything I can do…” Ben shook his head. “Do you want me to stay...

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