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Diamond Keener

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2022

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If there were Two

Submitted to Contest #196

“There are two of them. One of them is already here. And the other one has yet to arrive.” Not said with any hint of mystery. Like she was reading some numbers off a spreadsheet. She squinted at the cards one more time before she gathered them back up and put them in the little paper box. The same one they’d been originally packaged in. She didn’t even let me write down which of them she had drawn. The only thing I could remember was The Tower. I wasn’t even sure what part of my question that applied to. I just knew the card meant tr...

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A Portrait of Ellen

The same thing every Sunday. On a quest to get my ten thousand steps. Telling myself to breathe easy and let the sunshine in. Not a chance. Sun, the poor bastard is always hidden this time of year. He’s cowering behind the clouds. The sky tore open between two sad gray patches and spit a message down to me. Direct from Tarragona. The sender is new but the effect the same. A little scrap of paper singed on the sides and dipped in poison. The inky stuff staining my fingertips immediately. Hungover as usual, it ...

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HAZOR

Submitted to Contest #191

The first day of spring calls for color regardless of one’s mood. The shop was empty, she took her time choosing.The flowers in her arms were orange and red and white with two little blue bells centered in the middle. Tan straw tendrils poked out creating stripes across the petals. Orange and red and tan and white and blue. She stared into them and got the full effect. They were an uncanny abstract version of the dreaded art she had fought for months to forget. She hadn’t seen it since December. And here she was in the flower shop buyin...

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A Crowded Blue Canvas

The Volvo was parked at the bottom of the hill. I saw it from far off when I was driving on the highway. It stood out. Most people park in their driveways. Usually a car like that is either abandoned or has a for sale sign on it somewhere. I parked my own car next to the Volvo and walked around it. It was clean, no damage. Jo had even fixed the broken side mirror, I noticed. Had it replaced with a mirror that didn’t quite match. But that was the only off thing about it. “The keys are missing.” The old man scared the shit out of...

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Buckfield

Submitted to Contest #183

Arthur spent the entire time he was in the city looking over his shoulder. It was inevitable. Around every corner he was bound to slam into a person he used to know who would then slam his head into the concrete. Proverbially speaking, of course. He had been a bad guy, a really bad guy, and here he was in the angry city that was nothing but a giant reminder of it. He swore he’d never be back. But the chaos of multi connecting flight schedules had forced him back into it. He had a choice. To either sit in the airport all day, sit in the crumm...

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Charles C. Charlus

A black Tesla was parked outside. She had joked with him at the coffee shop about her intense curiosity for Teslas. She wanted to know what it would be like to sit inside of one. He sipped his white chocolate mocha she had just made for him, stuck a twenty in her tip jar, and promised that he’d help her find out. She didn’t take him too seriously like all the other girls did. He was always driven around in a different car every time she saw him, which was nearly every day. He would come to the shop around eleven, long after most other ...

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Whistle

Submitted to Contest #160

“What did you say?” I didn’t even bother to take the kettle off, I let it whistle as I repeat myself. He still hasn’t heard, and is miserable at reading lips. To tell him this while making my usual cup of tea, casually, as though I didn’t have this planned for the last ten months, seems fitting. Like there isn’t an alarm that will be going off on my phone in the next hour congratulating me on making the biggest step in my adult life. A step made five years too late, that’s my style for most things. It’s too late for me to cry over the...

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