Danny Grimes

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2022

Stories (4)

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“In Need of Repair ” by Danny Grimes

[CW: COVID mention, swearing]In the basement of the derelict single-family home, Jeff replaced the AC filter, even though it didn’t need to be changed. He sat on the half-carpeted floor, with the cold of the concrete pushing through his heavy blue jeans. Bored of still acting busy, Jeff brushed his calloused fingers through his thinning salt-and-pepper crew cut, adjusted his wire-framed glasses, and pushed himself up. A yellow cloud of exposed insulation billowed out from between the ...

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“Discordant Double Feature” by Danny Grimes

The movie concludes and everyone is hollering, except for Marc, who decides that the old saying is flawed: an audience full of folks in their underwear is awful, actually. He looks over to Benji, his dark beard scruff, his soft cheeks, his deep brown eyes behind round frames—he’s hollering as well. It clashes with his gentle air.Marc dumps the last of his popcorn in his mouth, and spits out the kernels like watermelon seeds, licking the salted butter from his lips. With oily fingers, he brushes back the blonde fly-aways caught at t...

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“Tranquil Torrent for the Moderately Neurotic” by Danny Grimes

              Mom and I hiked out from the wooded path to where the calico-bark beech trees and overgrown ferns began to thin. I’d picked a particularly smooth stone from the trail, and continued to roll it between my palms.The land gave a wide berth to the reservoir, which flooded my peripheral. Peninsulas splintered into its circle, and miles ahead, pinched the lake to a narrow flow. They were all unoccupied on this quiet day, aside from the one we took perch o...

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“Mother Bother & Baby Booties” by Danny Grimes

[content warning: death] Sarah sat in a powder blue wingchair that matched the color of the walls, bouncing the one-month-old Noah on her knee, looking into his scrunched red face. The lamp on the nightstand spilled soft light onto the block-color carpet, and illuminated the white cloth clouds swaying above the crib. She gently fought Noah’s squirming legs and pulled the knitted booties from his feet, revealing pink splotches on his wriggling toes. She tugged the booties off and tossed them onto the floor. A wave of warmth...

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Author bio

New writer—fightin' my way up the Dunning-Kruger Valley of Despair Full permission to critique stuff if ya want!