Elise Henry

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2019

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“The Comfort of the Coffee Shop” by Elise Henry

Submitted to Contest #63

The Comfort Of The Coffee Shop “Oh come on Davey it’s a quick coffee. We need to sit down and discuss this party so we both feel OK.”  Michael automatically pulled out a chair so Davey could sit down. Michael was more than aware of Davey’s ambivalent feelings about celebrations in general, but he really hadn’t anticipated his complete mediocre attitude towards their own 25th anniversary celebrations.   “Why the hell are you pulling my chair out, do you think I’m some sort of old man or something?” Davey almost grow...

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“The Foolish Assumptions of Youth” by Elise Henry

Submitted to Contest #40

"Do you remember the day you left the house Penny",  Jane asked pouring out the first glass of wine of the evening.   "Not really" Penny answered signalling Jane to stop pouring. "All I remember is needing to go, get out of that bloody house we lived in was claustrophobic" "What do mean?" Penny said as she pulled her legs up to her chest. Her body automatically became defensive in response to Jane's question. "Do I remember? What exactly am I supposed to remember especially about that day?". "No n...

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“Shirl and John Jo - A Classic Love Story” by Elise Henry

Submitted to Contest #32

“It's too much John Jo, really it’s just too much!” Shirl was standing on tip toes leaning as close to the window as he could without actual falling out. â€śJohn Jo,  you listening to me darling. ….. Have you seen them down there?  Look at them all eager eyed and keen…..”Shirl carried on watching the small but growing crowd that had begun to gather around the entrance to their apartment building.… like little yapping lap dogs, just waiting for a glimpse of one of us…I mean…it’s just pathetic.” Shirl swung round an...

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“Forgiveness is far to sweet a taste.” by Elise Henry

Submitted to Contest #2

You ask me if I can forgive myself. That is a question I feel not fair as no sir, I will never and can never forgive myself.  How could I ever justify forgiveness when I allowed such havoc to breed and fester, until my own flesh and blood knew not what was right and good.  It seeped through us all until his badness became quite the norm.I could offer you my reasoning, but they be just my own utterances trying to justify why I stayed with such a man.  I see all to clearly now that it was in fact my lack of fortitude that a...

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Author bio

What am I doing on here? I'm not really a writer! I'm British and have got into this marlarky of story telling later in life. I'm in my mid 50's and only just found myself. Being British and a Londoner I worry that my colloquialisms turn of phrase may not be as clear as I hope. But hey ho we will do OK i'm sure. I love a story with a twist which seems to just happen with all the stories I enjoy writing.