Eileen Dickinson

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2019

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Paperback Writer” by Eileen Dickinson

Submitted to Contest #27

Eileen Dickinson Paperback Writer Simon had never really been interested in what Jackie wrote in her Friday writing group. It was just a bunch of silly old women writing stories that no-one would read, let alone publish. She’d been going for five years now and he didn’t even know the names of the group members. Weren’t there a couple of Sue’s, maybe a pair of Irishwomen called Eileen?He’d no time for any of them whoever they ...

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“Fabulous at Forty” by Eileen Dickinson

Submitted to Contest #25

January 4th. The start of a new year. The start of a new decade. The start of a new life. This year would be when Harriet, finally, became herself. She knew she’d broken all the rules about new year’s resolutions. They must be specific, measurable, realistic, blah, blah, blah.Too bad. She’d played by the rules for almost forty years and where had it got her? Living a miserable lie, that’s where. This year it was time to think big and to act bravely. If she failed, well at least she’d damn well tried....

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“Fabulous at Forty” by Eileen Dickinson

Submitted to Contest #16

Harriet saw red and was delighted. Throughout the whole shop red sale signs screamed their messages; “Half price Christmas cards,” “A third off calendars,” “Two angels for the price of one.” Harriet wandered happily amongst the displays, straightening a card here or putting one or two back in their right place.“Buying this shop was just what I needed to help me through this year,” she said to herself.Her eye was caught by the “Cards for Special” occasions section. Frowning slightly while she rifled through them, she selected...

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“Murder at the Seaside” by Eileen Dickinson

Submitted to Contest #12

Murder at the Seaside “Can I help you Sir?” the desk sergeant asked the elderly man who had just walked into Wimbourne police station.As the sergeant rummaged for a biro among the clutter on the desk, his mind ran through a range of options. Had the man mislaid his car in the multi-storey car park? Locked himself out of his house? Maybe he’d come to complain about a ball that had gone into his garden? Old people were notoriously absent minded and intolerant. His fingers finally found...

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