Donna McDougall

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2021

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“WINTER” by Donna McDougall

Submitted to Contest #170

Sheila snapped awake to the phone's dull vibration. The dog leaped to the floor, whipped downstairs and barked to be let out. Four in the morning. Auntie's faint voice broke up on the phone. Silence. Sheila had booked the Residence tour two months ago. What a shock seeing the wheel chairs lined up in the lobby like they were waiting for a bus. Then the elevator to the seventh floor apartment. 'Look at the view,' their enthusisastic guide exclaimed. 'You'll get the beautiful morning sunrises, a view of the garden and so much more. There's t...

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“Spring” by Donna McDougall

Submitted to Contest #112

This is not going to be a good day was my first thought when the phone ringing at five a,m. cuts though the silence. Usually, at that time I may be slightly awake, through the window checking the horizon-is the moon full, can I please pull the duvet over my head, ignore Chloe, my dog, shifting her weight against my back, maybe needing to pee? Why did I take the call, not let it go to message? Too late, I take the call. Chloe leaps to the floor and heads for the stairs. , Phone in hand, I follow her , open the door an watch as she bolts throu...

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“Searching for Bruce” by Donna McDougall

Submitted to Contest #96

As the plane taxied to the Terminal at Toronto's Pearson International, my energy plummeted. Breakfast, cardboard coffee, and a poached egg on toast, had been at eight that morning, San Francisco time. Too many hours, a continent away. A donut and more coffee would do now as I arranged the car rental, checked the GPS for Beaver Falls and lined up in commuter traffic on the 401. In an hour I exited on to the ramp to my destination, to connect with my son, Bruce. The coffee and donut worked. I focused and my energy surged. Signs along the road...

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“Murder in the Woods” by Donna McDougall

Submitted to Contest #95

The sound of a shot ripped through the silence of the shack. What the hell's going on? I waited a few minutes in the chilling interior of the shack. Finally, I eased open the door and stepped cautiously on to the shaky step. Where's the guy? Has he taken off? Where did the shot come from? "What's up?" I called. The dense forest surrounding me remained silent. "Need help?" I walked a short distance over wet, snow soaked Fall leaves. "Bruce, where are you?" This could be my chance to clear out. Get out of this place where I did not want to be....

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