Debra Snyder

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2023

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Gray” by Debra Snyder

Submitted to Contest #292

The line is busy this morning and I am doing the work of two. So many buttons, all shapes and shades of gray, in need of sorting. The job is not meant to be done alone. At breaktime, I chew my mustard-and-cheese sandwich. The Boss wobbles toward my bench. I sit up a bit straighter. Wipe the mustard off my lip. “Not keeping up so well today, are we, Cleo?” He glares down at me with hooded eyes, gaze threaded between the bottom of his silver-rimmed spectacles and the top of his three puffy chins and two sagging jowls. I glance over his shou...

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“Heart Murmurs” by Debra Snyder

Submitted to Contest #230

“So, no sharp pains, nothing unusual going on?” The stethoscope was cold, sliding across Charles’ back. He breathed deeply again, shaking his head. Dr. Singh moved back to the front of the exam table. “Everything looks good, Charles. Just give us a call if anything seems off.” Dr. Singh smiled, motioned toward the exam room door and continued to enter information to his tablet. Charles drove the eight miles back home along the familiar route, humming to himself. He kept his window open a crack to take in the refreshingly cool early ...

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“Mortal Conditions” by Debra Snyder

Submitted to Contest #221

I kept the house the way she liked it. Our beach cottage, the one we dreamed of, where she… Anyway. I kept the paintings on the walls, her grandmother’s afghan on the back of the couch, her favorite tea in the kitchen. I did put all the pictures away, though. Hid them under the floorboards of the staircase. They said she wouldn’t remember much. That it would be easier for her if it all didn’t come back at once. Naomi liked to write, so I left blank journals on the table. I read them in the in-between times, when she was… absent. I visit...

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“The Messenger” by Debra Snyder

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #210

“Aakash, this just isn’t good enough! This is your third poor evaluation in as many weeks.” Ash studied the cracks on the conference room table. “Yes, Ma’am.” “You’re going to have to re-certify to prove yourself. Re-apply for the phone position, if you want it. As of now, you are downstairs working the messenger streams. I’m sorry, Ash.” Ash trudged down the stairs to the sixth floor with his shoebox of desk sundries. Another high-ceiling room with a sea of tiny computer desks, murmuring voices and clicking keyboards awaited him. A big ...

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Shortlisted 1 story ⭐️

Contest #210

The Messenger – read story