Dave Bolin

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2020

Stories (14)

14 Stories

338 karma pts

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“Running with Jesse” by Dave Bolin

Submitted to Contest #235

Danny dribbles the ball in the glow of the afternoon sun, the concrete driveway still radiating the summer heat at 5:30 pm. “Fellas,” Danny says to the two boys, “I hate to do this to you at such young ages, but a father’s job is to teach his sons life lessons. And the lesson here is this: you two are too short to stop this game winner.” He elevates, releases the jumper, and yells, “Steph Curry!” ...

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“Time Runs Together ” by Dave Bolin

Submitted to Contest #234

Reggie listened to the sound of his own breathing inside the blast suit as he walked down the steps to the arena floor. He looked around at the empty seats, remembering the conference championship he attended here just three weeks ago. The roar of the crowd, the blare of the band, all exchanged for the echo of his heavy boots. The blast suit was heavy, weighing in at over 125 pounds. “I’m gonna dread c...

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“Elmer and Earl” by Dave Bolin

Submitted to Contest #211

Every day at three pm throughout the month of June, the sprawling oak cast the perfect shadow over the bench at the far end of Winslow Park. Both men knew this, and it was always a race to see who could first lay claim to it. Arrive too soon, and you had to sit under a judging sun, punishing you for your greed. Arrive too late, and you had to endure the ridicule of your rival. It was a slow race, both men...

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“Better Than Ezra” by Dave Bolin

Submitted to Contest #180

Ezra sat at the table with his co-workers on a Friday night, and the conversation had turned, as they sometimes do when it is too late in the evening, philosophical. “All I’m saying is that there is a reason for everything.” Ezra scoffed, as he peeled the label off his beer bottle. “That’s ridiculous.” “Why is that ridiculous?” “Just take a look around! This...

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“Smoke and Sodium Lights” by Dave Bolin

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #158

It was a quarter after 9pm when Sandra walked out the front door of Legacy Nursing Home. Her eyes adjusted as she walked across the parking lot to the park bench in the lawn ahead. She collapsed on the bench with a sigh, and began rummaging in her purse. Finding her reward, she pulled her hand from the bag and shook the lighter out of the cigarette pack. One more shake, and the last of the cigarettes fell into her trembl...

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“The Stories We Carry” by Dave Bolin

Submitted to Contest #140

Will pulled into the parking space and put the car in park. He reached to turn off the ignition, but paused, closing his eyes and letting the air from the vents wash over him for just a second longer. He exhaled slowly, settling himself. He made this visit three times a week, but it had never gotten any easier. The hard, unspoken truth of having a parent with dementia is that you have already lost them, but you can’t beg...

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“Waiting for Stella” by Dave Bolin

Submitted to Contest #136

Arnie was up before his alarm, before sunrise. Today was the day.He rehearsed his speech in the mirror as he shaved. He answered all of her potential objections as he carefully tied his bow tie. He pressed down his fear as he buffed and polished his wing-tip shoes. He gave himself a final pep talk as he put on his suit jacket and straightened his pocket square. Today was Arnie’s 64 birthday, and his present to himself was proposing to Stella.One more time.Ar...

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“Late August” by Dave Bolin

Submitted to Contest #119

“Listen,” August said. Etta sighed, put down the shot glass she was drying, and stared at August from across the bar. August had been working on the song all morning; Etta had heard it a dozen times already. August played the tune again, the jangling of the saloon piano echoing through the empty room. “What do you think? Will the men like it?” “As muc...

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“Letters for Delores ” by Dave Bolin

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #116

Hannah opened another cardboard box and began unpacking dishes in her new kitchen. The boxes seemed to multiply in the moving van, and Hannah was starting to lose motivation. She poured herself a cup of coffee, wandered out of the kitchen, down the hall, and opened her front door. Hannah stepped out onto the stoop and, cradling her coffee mug in both hands, watched Philadelphia parade down her street.<...

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“The Dream Doctor” by Dave Bolin

Submitted to Contest #113

“You’re listening to Z-102, and that was Dream Weaver, by Gary Wright. It’s 10pm, and that means you got the Dream Doctor in studio. Just like that dream weaver, I’m gonna get you through the night. The Ronnie Watkins Ford Studio Line is open, and you dreamers know how this works. You call in, tell me your dream, and I’ll tell you what it means. Lines are lighting up now, so we’ll get right to you, after The Eurythmics t...

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“Adventurin’” by Dave Bolin

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #68

Jed and Tanner took turns rolling the barrel down the road as the sun rose on the Tennessee hollow. Tanner’s turn usually lasted longer because Jed was talking. Tanner’s father said that Jed talked like he was being paid by the word. But Tanner didn’t mind too much; if Jed was talking, then he didn’t have to. And Jed was always talking. “I’m tellin’ ya, Tanner. This is gonna be the biggest thing yo...

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“Old Spice and Old Men” by Dave Bolin

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #61

Daniel pulled the house key he had carried since he was 12 from his pocket, and jiggled it into the defiant doorknob. Why hadn’t Dad just replaced this old knob years ago? “Doorknob is fine! Helps keep burglars out.” Burglars aren’t using keys, Dad. The lock lost the battle, and Daniel stepped into the foyer. Motes of dust floated in the afternoon sun streaming through the half clos...

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“Ricky and Angie Walk Down West 57th” by Dave Bolin

Submitted to Contest #60

Ricky and Angie walk down the West 57th Street. Together, but not really. Friends still living can’t remember a time before they were a couple. Ricky and Angie were high school sweethearts. Ricky, the star quarterback, and Angie, the head cheerleader. He was the guy all the girls had a crush on, she was the girl all the guys dreamed of. Ricky and Angie. Angie followed Ricky to college, ...

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“Where Home Is” by Dave Bolin

Submitted to Contest #59

Sara stepped out of her car and walked across the parking lot onto Breakers Beach. There weren’t many things she liked about San Diego, but the naval base’s private beach was pretty nice. When Finn enlisted in the Navy the week after high school graduation, she knew she would eventually join him somewhere after he completed basic training. But she was too swept up in planning a wedding to really give it ...

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Author bio

Dave recently moved back to his hometown in Alabama, where works as a hospice chaplain. His line of work reminds him that life is fragile, and beauty and heartbreak are rarely far apart. Both cause us to reach for the transcendent.

Shortlisted 4 stories ⭐️

Contest #158

Smoke and Sodium Lights – read story

Contest #116

Letters for Delores – read story

Contest #68

Adventurin’ – read story

Contest #61

Old Spice and Old Men – read story