David Zasloff

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2021

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Laughter In The Office” by David Zasloff

Submitted to Contest #87

Lance walked past the receptionist heading for his office and stopped. He turned to Janice, the receptionist. Sure enough, her attempt to hold back her laughter was a dismal failure. Was it because it was April Fools' Day? When Janice noticed that Lance hadn't proceeded through the door and turned to face him, she took one look at the expression on his face and lost it completely. She sounded as though she hadn't had a good laugh in at least a year and meant to enjoy the hell out of this one. Lance shook his head and went through the int...

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“Spring Angel” by David Zasloff

Submitted to Contest #86

It was such an enormous park. Had to be two miles from end to end. Walking all the way through it was a hell of a job – in full costume and with thousands of Spring Fair participants milling around, it was next to impossible. But Gerry made it, waving to the people the whole way and daydreaming about the dirty martinis waiting for him when this shift was over. Three children raced over as he got started, shouting his character's name - “Buddy! Buddy! Buddy!” And slammed full-speed right into his legs. Nearly knocked him over. He patted the...

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“City Of Dreams” by David Zasloff

Submitted to Contest #85

That's the thing about this city...it's not very big, but it acts like it's a major metropolis. I'll explain. You know how in a big city you have to wait at intersections even when the light is green because some dope going across didn't quite make it all the way across? It's like that here because the city can't afford the computers to synchronize the traffic lights. So you wind up waiting at the green light while the cars behind you honk and honk, as if you could just go through the car in front of you. You know how in a big city you m...

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“Benjamin Cooks” by David Zasloff

Submitted to Contest #81

Benjamin flicked a speck of dust off Rebecca's fork, struck a match, and lit the candles. The china and silverware sparkled as he dimmed the lights. She'd be home soon. He opened the oven. Gravy-scented steam poured out. He pulled the roasting pan out and set it on the counter. Lifting a leg of lamb didn't used to tug at his back like it did now, back when he and Rebecca had first moved in together, but that was a long time ago. He took a serving dish out of the cupboard and scooped broccoli and pearl onions from the stovetop pot into the ...

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