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“Instant Theatre-Just Add Coffee” by Ed Friedman

Submitted to Contest #224

Instant Theatre-Just Add Coffee I looked at the ad three times. Each time I looked at it put the newspaper down, but something kept drawing me back to it: Westchester theatre seeks actors, directors, and playwrights for a 24-hour Marathon. I always wanted to write a play. While I’d seen these marathons promoted in Off-Off-Broadway theatres, I always told myself t...

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“Trapped” by Ed Friedman

Submitted to Contest #209

TRAPPED We had barely moved in thirty minutes. I realized, of course, that I would be in the same frustrating circumstance if I did not have a passenger, but there she was. Like me, Barbara was on the board of the Community Center which met once a month. Barbara was a single (divorced) woman about my age, with two grown daughters away at college. She worked as an admin...

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“My First Dead Body” by Ed Friedman

Submitted to Contest #163

My First Dead Body “My Aunt Carmela died”. These were Roseanne’s first words when I walked into the candy store where she waited for me. I was 19 and Roseanne was 17. We had been dating for a few months. “The wake is at the Gun Hill Funeral Parlor…tomorrow”. I wasn’t sure why Roseanne shared that detail until I realized she expected me to go with...

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“My First Dead Body” by Ed Friedman

Submitted to Contest #140

My First Dead Body “My Aunt Carmela died”. These were Roseanne’s first words when I walked into the candy store where she waited for me. I was 19 and Roseanne was 17. We had been dating for a few months. “The wake is at the Gun Hill Funeral Parlor…tomorrow”. I wasn’t sure why Roseanne was sharing...

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“Heading Uptown” by Ed Friedman

Submitted to Contest #90

                                         Heading Uptown Sophia wasn’t surprised. As usual the train was full as it pulled into 51st Street. Being an experienced subway rider, when the doors opened, she managed to position herself so that she could stand...

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“Ten Things I'll Never Do” by Ed Friedman

Submitted to Contest #74

10 Things I’ll Never Do Most of my friends are either about to retire or recently moved past it. For the people who are currently retired, they run the gamut. Those in more than fine financial shape (not too many) frequently travel to visit friends, or just get away and explore. At the other end of the retirement spectrum are those who can “manage” … meaning they don’t necessaril...

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“What I Mean Is” by Ed Friedman

Submitted to Contest #55

 Gwen stands behind the couch, watching Arthur flip channels on the remote with alarming speed. She’s seen him do this many times before, but for some reason, tonight she stands transfixed as the images fly by on the television at the speed of light. Arthur senses her presence but doesn’t turn around. “I thought you were going to bed”. He tosses the words over his shoulder. “I was...

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“Returning to the Scene of the Crimes” by Ed Friedman

Submitted to Contest #51

It’s been more than 50 years since I last stood in front of the semi attached house in the East Bronx. I stand in front of my car parked across the narrow street, which is dotted with one family homes, many having “mother-daughter” ground floor apartments. The community remains solidly lower-middle class. I try to conjure up some good memories, but it’s a struggle: there were the summers spent playing a variety of...

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“Coming to Grips” by Ed Friedman

Submitted to Contest #44

The actual words were just scrambled eggs in my head.   It started with, “We need to talk”, the scariest four-word sentence I know.   I got up from the couch leaving Gwendolyn and Cecily curled up together. Since we got them as kittens a year ago, they’d been inseparable and impossibly cute.  Ann slid into the dining alcove I always considered cozy, but now as I sat down on the opposite side, I felt like a defendant awaiting a verdi...

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“Be Careful What You Wish For” by Ed Friedman

Submitted to Contest #30

                                Be Careful What You Wish For The actual words were just scrambled eggs in my head.   It started with, “We need to talk”, the scariest four-word sentence I know.  I got up from the couch leaving Gwendolyn and Cecily curled up together. Since we got them as kittens a year ago, they...

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“Yeah, I Know, but Mine Really Is Special” by Ed Friedman

Submitted to Contest #28

  Yeah, I Know, but Mine Really Is Special Everyone likes to think that their wedding is special and unique. But the truth is, if you’ve lived a long time it’s likely that you’ve been to many of them. In general, I’m not a fan of attending weddings. I go when they’re with people I like and for whom I’m happy. But they’re long and they follow a fairly predictable pattern: 1)  House of worship2)  Vows3)   Matching dresses/suits,4...

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“Trapped” by Ed Friedman

Submitted to Contest #23

TRAPPED I approached these meetings like I do my teeth cleanings. Necessary but kind of a drag and a time suck. The Bronx Community Center board meetings, like my teeth cleanings, happened quarterly. Being on the board was my attempt to “give something back”, volunteering my time to help with oversight and fundraising. All things considered it wasn’t much of a commitment so I shouldn’t complain. At each meeting, however one of the other board members, Barbara, would ask for a ride home. She would take the ...

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“Abandoned” by Ed Friedman

When I was eight years old my Mother died.I remember the day so clearly.I headed home from the grind that was third grade at PS 89, navigating the five blocks to my parent’s attached house and climbing the 17 steep steps from the sidewalk to the front door, looking so forward to my after school treat of Hostess Cupcakes and milk.   As soon as I got to the first step, I saw my Father on the porch. I was confused. He wasn’t usually home at this time. He had clearly...

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“Getting to the Unfinish Line” by Ed Friedman

Submitted to Contest #10

I wasn't worried I’m a deadline machine. As long as I know that a piece of writing had to be finished by a certain time I’m able to take the subject, the length the piece needs to be, and what else is on my plate, and my inner clock can calculate when I need to start writing.It was a fool proof formula. I’ve done  this so many times that a 1000 word essay on "Unfinished Projects"should be easy. I spent some time thinking about it while doing the mundane activities of daily liv...

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