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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2020
Submitted to Contest #71
      Theresa needed to sit down. She slumped down into her overstuffed armchair. One hand on her belly, feeling for the baby who had just announced itself with a kick, her other hand clutching an old letter. Her mind was spinning.            Had she read the letter incorrectly? Theresa skimmed through the words again in disbelief. It wasn’t possible. It was dated eight years ago, a letter from her father to her mother. But her father died when she was four....
Submitted to Contest #70
           “Where’s the meat?”           “What do you mean?”           “I mean,” said Sarah, looking at the array of pizzas lining the boardroom table, “where’s Ed’s barbeque chicken? He won’t be happy if we forgot.”           Ross pushed up his glasses and did a double-take. There were eight pizzas. Two pepperoni, two cheese...
Submitted to Contest #69
Tonight was family night. No, not that family. The extended family. It was a night for tiptoeing around your aunt’s political views and pretending to like your cousins. It was a night for trying and failing to keep your kids from playing with their food. But worst of all, it was the night when Harvey would have to see his younger brother Derek. And that would have been enough.            Harvey had been trying to get out of it all week. He tried faking a fever by hiding a hot water bottl...
Submitted to Contest #68
This was supposed to be the happiest day of their lives. My little girl Sheila, all grown up and looking like a fairy with her feathery white dress. And Tom, her man, his stern face melting into a silly, boyish smile. Sheila was the only one who could make him smile like that. They looked at each other so tenderly, as if each was totally in awe of the other. Standing side by side at the front of the chapel, they were complete. He was her world and she was his. This was their day. I wasn’t about to ruin it for them. What was I thinking? This...
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