Fletcher Al

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2021

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“No man is an...” by Fletcher Al

Levon woke up with a throbbing headache. The breeze from the air-conditioning grazed through his exposed legs. He stood up, with his thumb pressed and making circular motions on his temple. The lamps seem out of place with the window gleam. He paced to the sink, washing the dried saliva off his face. Beside the moist mirror, a map: Salve Isle. A broken gas tank caught his attention. He knelt and read an attached tag that seems to describe a type of gaseous amnestic."What the hell?"A long beep. Levon quickly turned to the mon...

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“Neurocysticercomyiasis” by Fletcher Al

The sun is already tangent on the horizon when he arrived about an hour late at the wedding reception. George’s tie had the long end behind the short end. His suit jacket, he left alone on the pale marble floor. His sleeved polo, torn with small rips and shreds. His gift for the married couple, formally wrapped in a floral design of red and white roses, he held tight in his hand. He strolled stupidly due to a balance disorder. Bursitis has had his knees calloused for almost five years. His detached outsoles clappe...

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“Mendez'” by Fletcher Al

Submitted to Contest #102

“Fishes know when to blink, but scales alone can never swim. Birds know when to smile but feathers alone can never fly. Always, always thank the heavens for being a synecdoche.”“What’s he talking about?”, little Jen whispered to Anton.“I don’t know, either”, little Anton whispered back to Jen, albeit airier.Mr. Aurora Bernard bowed and left the podium. Applause slowly filled the small hall. As enthused the children have...

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“One Afternoon Calm in 2067” by Fletcher Al

Submitted to Contest #102

“No. I can’t talk about it.”“Sure, you don’t have to… but seeing that you’re the only one, out of a few lucky survivors in your country, able to speak in English, we simply cannot waste time any longer. I know how time has suddenly become precious to everyone.”Indeed, there is no point for Willy Eugenio to even think about what had happened during the past seventy years. He does not even know when he is turning 98, for it has been a while since calend...

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Author bio

An occasional writer. An explorer of truth. Some poetic description. Ideas have to be sent out to the world in order to make it flourish.