DEBORAH CLARK

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2022

Stories (6)

6 Stories

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“Afternoon Plans Have Changed” by DEBORAH CLARK

Submitted to Contest #182

Dick was elated when he dropped off his daughter, little Nell at a birthday party, it had been a while since he felt comfortable leaving her someplace. Now he had a child-free Saturday afternoon filled with endless possibilities. Maybe some woodworking in the shed, maybe the latest John Grisham novel, but the thought of a cup of tea and a soccer game appealed to him the most. Dick unlocked both locks on the front door, then put the code in to turn off the alarm. As he w...

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“Neighborhood Security Dog” by DEBORAH CLARK

Submitted to Contest #176

It is seven in the morning and I am ready for my daily neighborhood perimeter check. I live in a cul-de-sac with six buildings, each with four apartments and some have a small yard in front or back. It is my job to keep the neighborhood safe and I am all business when it comes to my job. My name, Sir Maximus Winston the First, is longer than I am, so most humans who know me call me, Max. My human, Sheila, tags along with me on my daily walks, once in the morning and again in the evening. The morning walk is quicker than the evening one becau...

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“What Brings you in Tonight?” by DEBORAH CLARK

Submitted to Contest #175

Not everyone is cut out to work in the medical field. You must have thick skin so when a physician, patient, or family member yells at you, it bounces right off. You also need to have compassion for everybody, from babies to homeless people, a warped sense of humor when patients come in with objects inserted into orifices, and the capacity to clean up bodily fluids without vomiting. “I am going to swab the inside of your nostrils for the Cov...

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“A Gift from Gramma” by DEBORAH CLARK

Submitted to Contest #173

My gramma’s hair is no longer blonde and thick with curls. Instead, it is soft, thin and so gray, it is almost colorless. Her skin has lost all elasticity and is fragile like tissue paper and that tears easily. The flesh around her face has sunken and makes her clouded eyes appear larger than normal. Her nails are natural, long, and filed perfectly, by my mom, her daughter-in-law. My gramma looks shrunken and small in the large hospital bed, her eyes are closed, her breath is raspy, and her mind goes wandering. ...

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“It's the Thought That Counts” by DEBORAH CLARK

Submitted to Contest #173

Christmas was just a few days away, Miles and his sister Evelyn are sitting on the porch of their childhood home in Northern California, reminiscing about Christmas celebrations from their past. Evelyn smokes her third cigarette and scans the neighbors in the cul-de-sac, putting out decorations, and visiting others with gifts and food. “What do you bet Blair is making his famous apple chutney to go with the ham dinner?” asked Miles. “I can only choke down one bite every year. ...

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“Fear Dash” by DEBORAH CLARK

Submitted to Contest #169

Steven tapped on his phone to bring up the GPS. He was a driver for Door Dash and on occasion was known to get lost. GPS said he was going the right way but Steven wasn’t so sure, the road was dark and he just drove through what looked like an oversized wrought iron gate. The street curved to the left and the right and the left again, making Steven’s inner sense of direction dizzy. He pulled over and stopped the car when his phone said, “you have arrived at your destination.” Something felt wrong and Steven checked the GPS again. He did not...

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