Eileen Donovan

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2021

Stories (6)

6 Stories

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“Summer in the City” by Eileen Donovan

Submitted to Contest #249

Click. Click. Click. My five-inch heels, my everyday shoe choice, echo through the renovated train terminal, their sounds competing only with the noise of the tourists’ wheeled suitcases. Other than that, there was silence. Almost a reverential silence. Like the kind you experience in a church or some libraries or museums. Are the tourists too overawed to speak? It’s almost spooky. I wonder if a noise deafening device has been installed during the renovation. There should be more noise here. Especially with all these hard surfaces. I’ll have...

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“The First Meeting” by Eileen Donovan

Submitted to Contest #199

The First Meeting New York City - 1975 “Here we are, miss,” the cab driver said, pulling up in front of Chez Monique. This wasn’t what I expected, Beth thought. In her mind a “Chez” anything connotated dim lights, candles flickering on tables, and waiters in long white aprons drifting noiselessly between tables. Instead, this restaurant in the heart of New York’s financial district, the all-encompassing “Wall Street,” looked like a high school cafeteria. Bright fluorescent lights beamed down from the ceiling, and waitresses scurried arou...

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“A Day of Christmas Baking” by Eileen Donovan

Submitted to Contest #178

Guess I’ve put this phone call off long enough. Why did my sister decide making a plum pudding for Mom and a fruitcake for Dad would be the perfect way to bring a little holiday spirit and harmony to the family? I happen to enjoy Saturdays by myself sans holiday spirit. Maybe she’ll have to work after all. Nurses’ schedules are always changing. Fingers crossed. Good. The phone’s still ringing. No answer. Oh well, I tried to confirm our plans. Just as I was set to hit the “End Call” button, I heard, “Hello?” “Oh, hi, you’re home.” ...

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“A Stanger In My Own City” by Eileen Donovan

Submitted to Contest #148

If I weren’t standing in front of the Cort Theater in the middle of 48th St., I’d scream. That thought ran through my head every time I came out from a darkened theater into the pinpoints of sunlight that found their way through the surrounding buildings down to the sidewalk. The bus that would take me north to Orange County was leaving in ten minutes. There was no way I could get from 48th St. and 7th Avenue to Port Authority Bus Terminal on 42nd St. and 8th Avenue in ten minutes. Especially through the flood of outpouring matinee theater-...

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“A NEW YEAR’S RESOLUTION THAT BACKFIRED” by Eileen Donovan

Submitted to Contest #126

A NEW YEAR’S RESOLUTION THAT BACKFIRED If I weren’t standing in front of the Cort Theater in the middle of 48th St., I’d scream. That thought ran through my head every time I came out from a darkened theater into the pinpoints of sunlight that found their way through the surrounding buildings down to the sidewalk. The bus that would take me north to Orange County was leaving in ten minutes. There was no way I could get from 48th St. and 7th Avenue to Port Authority Bus Terminal on 42nd St. and 8th Avenue in ten minutes. Especially through...

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“Life, Death, or Something In-Between” by Eileen Donovan

Submitted to Contest #124

Eileen Joyce Donovan Word Count: 2,300 words 75 We...

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