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Felicia Dobson

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2022

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Like a thief in the night

Submitted to Contest #280

“I’m here.”“The key is under the welcome mat. The alarm is off and Ruben is at the kennel. Should be no issue getting inside.”“Neighbors?”“Out of town”“What time does John arrive home?”“He’s working late then going to the gym. You have time.”“ For your sake, you best be right. I’m not looking to go back in the pen for some petty crime bullshit.”“Just get the file off the computer, easy.”“Easy, then why haven’t you done it yourself.”“You know why.”“Yeah, we know , we know”“Are you in yet?”“Yes.”“The office is down the hall and to the left. Do...

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Daily commute

Droplets gather heavily on my window successfully building enough condensation to obstruct my view. Not that it matters, the contents of outside being nothing more than a blur as the train navigates the expanding hills with elegance and speed. My eyes close and I lean my weary head back into the seat. I’m tired, body, heart and soul, tired. This bland life is exhausting , wearing me down till I’m nothing but a bag of bones routinely shuffling through the day. Wake early, sip overly priced coffee, make the five o’clock train, read the drivel ...

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Apostasy

Submitted to Contest #255

The glimmer of light bounced across the surface of the water. Our beacon of hope so close yet so far away. Lost at sea? No, we knew exactly where we were. Not lost, abandoned. Waves clashed the sides of the ship threatening to spill aboard. Maybe that would be best, cleanse the ship, rid us of all the horror. In the beginning … A symphony of creaks echo the mist filled night with every pair of boots worn by a hundred men climbing the wooden plank, myself included. Once we reach the bridge between land and vessel, we’re met with an old ...

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Prat and Prejudice

Submitted to Contest #250

My eyes roll heavenward as my mother prattles on endlessly about tonight’s charity event from the next room. I ponder strangling myself, but instead fight the silky material into submission between my fingers knotting a perfect Eldridge. Standing in front a full length looking glass I secure the collar. There. The downstairs door can be heard slamming shut, it can only be one person. Does he have to be so bloody loud? I roll my eyes once more, at this rate I may just eyeball the ceiling all night. Some call it childish, I call it ...

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