Elizabeth Rich

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2024

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7 Stories

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“The Apology that Wasn't” by Elizabeth Rich

Submitted to Contest #282

"Vi? I'm sorry," my dad said. I knew why he was calling as soon as I saw his name come up on my caller ID. "What did I do?" he asked. "Well, Dad, you called me an embarrassment in front of our family and everyone else at Maggie's for Thanksgiving," I said acidly, and I knew I didn't sound forgiving or like someone accepting an apology because I didn't want to accept the apology. "Why would I say that?" he asked. "Because you were being a petulant child who didn't get his way," I responded flatly. "Why didn't I get my way?" And this was the ...

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“Tom's or John's or Steve's or Mike's Friend” by Elizabeth Rich

Submitted to Contest #281

The house was lit up inside and out. A ten foot tall Santa stood moored to the front yard, inflated and lit up from within. He was surrounded by a ring of 24-inch wooden elves, each one raising both arms skyward, as if they were worshiping this guy who wore a strange red getup, trimmed out in white fur, who stole into people's homes in the dead of night. He must have been in cahoots with the man who drove the ice cream truck in the summer or some creepy guy in a white panel van who cased neighborhoods for unsuspecting children. How could thi...

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“The Conclusion of Murder by Mai Tai” by Elizabeth Rich

Submitted to Contest #280

Are you sure it's okay for us just to show up unannounced? Of course, it's fine. It's my sister. She's going to be so happy to have some company. She's been on bed rest for a week because of the blood clot in her leg. She still has to stay home for another week. She's going to be so happy to have some company. Geez. I haven't seen her for probably 20, maybe 25 years. It's going to be wild seeing her again. I've been following her on social media for a while, and she looks exactly like the 18 year old I remember. Yeah. She will tell you it's ...

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“How I Became Un-Lost” by Elizabeth Rich

Submitted to Contest #279

Back in the old days, the days before GPS and cell phones, and all the satellite tracking, a person could just get lost. Sometimes by accident, and sometimes on purpose. On occasion, it was easy to get un-lost based on where the sun was in the sky and whether it was morning or afternoon. If it was cloudy or overcast, getting un-lost was a challenge--we didn't know where we were going. At night, it was easy to get lost and harder still to reverse the circumstance. But once there was a boy, and there was me, and I was all kinds of lost in him....

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“Kiss and The Who” by Elizabeth Rich

Submitted to Contest #278

Mom and Dad had decided to part ways with the Early American style hutch in the kitchen. Thank goodness. At one time it was a nice piece, but like most pieces of Early American furniture, it had become a large, clunky, but very shiny eyesore. The behemoth had lived in our kitchen for as long as I could remember, and now just in time for my 21st birthday party with friends and family the following weekend, Mom had decided to update the look of the kitchen. The new furniture was scheduled to arrive tomorrow, and today we were going to empty th...

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“The Photo Shoot” by Elizabeth Rich

Submitted to Contest #277

They told me what to do, and I did it. Of course, things didn't turn out exactly like we all thought they would. It all ended in a disaster, leaving me a complete scrambled mess. I had received the call a few days before. The photographers wanted me. They assured me they had everything squared away with wardrobe, and my look was perfect for their new campaign. It's possible that in my excitement I neglected to ask for any details about the new campaign, whatever it might be, or who the client might be. Know this, Gentle Reader: I had been wo...

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“Oh, my god. I hate this guy.” by Elizabeth Rich

Submitted to Contest #276

His name was Tom. He was the first guy I dated after my relationship with The Evil One ended. The worst thing about The Evil One was that I was doing that moron a favor by dating him. I wish I were kidding when I tell you what I witnessed the morning after our first overnight together. He woke early (The Evil One, not Tom), showered and shaved, while I dozed in his bed--which had a superior mattress compared to mine. It's possible I stayed with him longer than necessary because of the bed. I heard him puttering around in his closet, and wh...

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Author bio

I'm a wife, mother of a college senior, and have 2 Standard Poodles. My first novel came out in November 2024. I love to knit, so if you ever meet me in person, don't be shocked if I offer to knit you a hat.