Elizabeth Davis

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2021

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“A Life Saving Decision” by Elizabeth Davis

Submitted to Contest #95

I was on my way to a meeting when Laura called. “Hey, girlfriend, I’m in town and have an hour to kill. Want to meet me for coffee?” Running late and with a to-do list longer than the Santa Fe Trail, I decided what the heck. It wouldn’t hurt anything if I missed the meeting. “Sure. Why not?” “Great,” she said. “I’ll grab a booth.” I made a left at the next light and hit the bank’s drive-thru. At least I could get one thing off my to-do list. I began to relax as I waited in line at the bank. The historical society met on the sec...

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“An Affair to Remember” by Elizabeth Davis

Submitted to Contest #93

“Why aren’t you ready,” Sara asked Steve as she rushed into the bedroom. His hair was wet so she knew he’d showered, but he had put on jeans and a t-shirt. “Because I don’t want to go,” he said honestly. “You know I don’t feel comfortable mingling with the upper crust.” “They’re just people,” she said. “Honey, to you they’re just people. To me, they’re upper crust. Boring upper crust.” “But you all like music. And music is the universal language.” “They like classical with violins and I like country with fiddles. Tha...

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“Shadows” by Elizabeth Davis

Submitted to Contest #92

Harold and Marcy pulled into the empty driveway. "I think we beat the realtor,” Marcy said as she opened her own car door. “Let’s look around.” Harold eyed the faded two-story house and frowned. “Why don’t we wait?” he suggested. The house was two miles outside the city limits and appeared dark and forbidding even in the afternoon sun; it had clearly seen better days. “Oh, come on,” she coaxed. “We don’t need a realtor to walk around the house and check out the backyard.” A realtor, no, he thought, but maybe a bodyguard. What w...

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“The Overdue Book” by Elizabeth Davis

Submitted to Contest #91

This is going to be a great four-day weekend Larry thought as he finished filling his backpack with cutoffs, t-shirts, and swim trunks. Flying was a lot easier when you didn’t have luggage to check. He looked around his bedroom one last time and had the feeling he was forgetting something. He mentally ran through his list: socks, underwear, shaving kit, cutoffs, t-shirts, swim trunks, sandals, one good pair of slacks, one polo shirt, loafers. Oh, well, whatever it was must not be important. He saw the cab turn onto his street from his win...

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