Daniel Hafertepe

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2021

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“Subject D” by Daniel Hafertepe

Submitted to Contest #127

The clerk greeted her at the desk beside the conference room door. “Good morning, Lieutenant, please set your personal effects on the desk.”She laid her cover, handbag and laptop bag on the desk and then set her raincoat next to them.The clerk handed her a badge to pin on her uniform lapel.LT Ann Scarletti, USNOffice of Naval ResearchAnn noted the branches of service on the remaining badges: US Army, US Air Force and US Marines. Then she noticed the ranks: Colonel, Colonel, and Colonel.The clerk placed her effects into a locker. Then he&nbsp...

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“The Wicked Spoon” by Daniel Hafertepe

Submitted to Contest #126

Maria left the apothecary and followed the revelers south. They blew toy trumpets and tossed confetti at passers-by. They laughed at strangers and shouted, “Happy New Year.”But they paid little attention to Maria in her canvas overcoat and dime-store skimmer. She didn’t mind the slight. She knew things would change once across Broadway.A copper stopped Maria before stepping off the boards and onto the dirt boulevard. “What’s your business in the Stingaree?”“Miss Helen Hayes-Mellon needs tobacco.” She lied.“Be back before sunset.”“Oh?” “...

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“Night School” by Daniel Hafertepe

Submitted to Contest #125

John Harper peeked into his assigned classroom. So this is night school: no desks, no chalkboard, no flag, not even a clock to watch?Instead, he counted five chairs on one side of a large table facing a single chair on the other. School had changed a lot in forty years. And John had sworn he’d never go back.But then he made that promise.John blamed Hennessy and hubris, the latter causing him to climb those stairs on weak knees and sore feet.The classroom occupied a third-floor corner of a recreation center. The local college extend...

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“Swiss Army Man” by Daniel Hafertepe

Submitted to Contest #124

Billy held the map in both hands. A trail of dots led his eye from one hand-drawn clue to the next. The dots and clues zig-zagged across the map from left to right and back until they stopped at the last clue.On the main floor above him, his mother and grandmother argued in muffled tones. It was always about something. Today, they argued about the same “something” that drove Billy to this basement after the funeral two years ago.Back then, he had found his grandpa at the workbench. The old man motioned him from the darkness of the basement a...

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