Don Hunter

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2021

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5 Stories

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“The Walk” by Don Hunter

“Let’s go for a walk,” Rob said. Phoebe placed a letter face down on the sofa and looked across at him. “Yes, I think that would be a good idea.” She leaned forward in her chair and squeezed her fingers until her knuckles went white. She was 28, with a pale freckled face and bronze hair. They never went for walks. At weekends Rob was out with his mates, watching or playing football. While he could work from home, he never did. Except for today. He had WhatsApped her from work the evening before at 7pm. “I’ll work from h...

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“The Lucky Charm” by Don Hunter

It was the day I lost my lucky charm. My luck went down the drain - literally. I should have known. I kept it around my neck with a piece of string and a safety clip, a little white feather I found in the garden at the age of 10 and kept for 20 years. I should have known because the string had been fraying. It was always going to break. It was only a matter of time before it happened. I was unlucky, I suppose. At the moment when the string surrendered to the force of gravity, I was shaving in front of the sink. I was unlucky, becaus...

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“Ten Resolutions” by Don Hunter

I will get up early. How early, I don’t know yet. Four am? Four am sounds rather early. Perhaps I should wake up five minutes earlier each day and wait until I reach a natural equilibrium. If I were to wake up at 4am, there is so much I could do. I could go to the gym. I could write down my Most Important Tasks (MITs) for the day. I could meditate. I could journal about three things I was grateful for. Or I could go back to sleep. I will eat more vegetables. It is so hard to eat vegetables - there aren’t any free ones at work, only frui...

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“The Present” by Don Hunter

Submitted to Contest #86

The WhatsApp message came with a profile picture of a Jack Russell. It could only be my daughter. “Hi, Ronnie,” I said. “Please go and see Mummy's play.” "Are you going?" "Already seen it." I clicked on the link to a minimalist production of King Lear at a local theatre. I went on a Friday night and bought a beer for company. The audience consisted of grey-haired couples, the women in long skirts that occasionally flashed white trainers, the men in dark jackets and clashing cords. In 20 years I would be o...

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“Aaliyah” by Don Hunter

Aaliyah By Don Hunter February 2020 The girl in the headscarf looked as out of place in the Jobcentre as a sunflower in a skip. Her hijab was navy with white polka dots and her yellow blouse failed to conceal a black bra, but wasn’t really trying. Her cream trousers were of some luxurious fabric I was sure would darken with a brush of the palm. In my checked shirt and chinos, I didn't fit in either. Having been unemployed for six months, I had received a letter about a Getting Ready For Work course. Attendees would identify t...

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