Frances Benjamin

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2020

Stories (9)

9 Stories

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“'DOUGIE.'” by Frances Benjamin

Submitted to Contest #78

Visiting his grand father every weekend was the highlight of little Timmy's existence. Herbert Willow also called, 'Willy' was who one would deem eccentric and distracted. Yes, maybe the world was full of people fitting this description, but Timmy knew better and why. He wanted to be just like his bemused grandfather and was keenly aware of the 'alien' factors responsible for his grandad's extended maladjusted behavior. Willy's eccentricity had propellers and possessed super powers and he had seen it come to life in the old barn behind th...

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“'I STILL LOVE YOU.'” by Frances Benjamin

Submitted to Contest #77

Outside it was snowing violently. It must have been ten below zero as he stood before the picture window of his cabin. Where was she now? What was she doing? Both hands were on either side of the window and his head drooped in apparent loss as he contemplated the state of his heart and his reason to sequester himself from the rest of the world. Leaving Iraq just before a full fledged war began was the hardest thing he had to do. But it was over now, President George Bush declared Kuwait free from the hands of their enemy, Iraq, a week ago...

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“JESSICA.” by Frances Benjamin

Submitted to Contest #76

"I don't mind if you never find it in your heart to forgive me, I deserve it.""I forgave you a long time ago, but where were you? For months I searched, contacted all our friends but nothing!""I was in Yarmouth," Jessica revealed willingly."Yarmouth?! What were you doing in Yarmouth?!""Thinking most of the time........regretting.""Regretting what?"That I left you. Living without you is always so painful Lawrence.""I missed you too, so badly, Jessie!" Lawrence confessed shamelessly and kisse...

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“LOVE AND BEREAVEMENT.” by Frances Benjamin

Submitted to Contest #72

Red dresses filled her head as she stood at the gravesite on this cold, blue, wintry day. The covered heads of the staunch mourners were all bent in wholehearted grief for the once distinguished man lying at their feet in a solid, black mahogany coffin and not even the screeching mallards gliding across the icy atmosphere possessed the qualifications to distract them. Jessica hated temporary things and mentally picturing everyone in red dresses and cloaks and breeches, comingling with the stark white snow on this somber occasion was her h...

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“THE BAKER.” by Frances Benjamin

Submitted to Contest #71

There was no way in hell Marie Connelly was going to bake one kind of cookie. Tonight she was going to host her first ever cookie exchange party and she was almost incoherent with glee having being given the opportunity to finally display her inherent baking talents to the world. Yes, she loved sugar cookies but she loved them more when they were shaped into Christmas trees with red and green frosting and edged in white with sprinkles covering them. But the presupposition that she was just going to bake sugar cookies tonight was as farfet...

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“'LILY'S DINER.'” by Frances Benjamin

Submitted to Contest #70

He sat at the same table inside the diner like he did everyday, and ordered the same breakfast; two egg over easy, two pancakes with syrup, four strips of crisp bacon and a black coffee. His presence was always anticipated by a certain waitress, who had the name 'Jane,' plastered across her name tag. She was what one would call curvy and had nice skin and her hair was as red as the dust from mars. Her beige uniform fitted her form perfectly, showing off her flat stomach and ample behind that he couldn't take his eyes off. The patrons coul...

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“HOME FROM HARVARD.” by Frances Benjamin

Submitted to Contest #69

The tall pine trees swayed aimlessly, unwittingly evicting it's winged inhabitants form their lofty branches as a shiny red, 1969 Ford mustang convertible sped past them on a lonely stretch of road somewhere in Vermont. The crows scattered noisily against the stark blue sky, causing the seemingly arrogant driver to look up and temporarily lose control of the vehicle that almost ran into a lone jogger. He stopped the car in time; his grip firm and tight on the steering wheel and his eyes squeezed shut, "I'm so , so sorry," he apologised an...

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“JACKIE AND THE DRUGLORDS.” by Frances Benjamin

Submitted to Contest #68

Mediterranean blue bled into light blue as the darkness skittled away, revealing a sky all primed for the sun's resplendent arrival. It was as if an invisible painter was working his magic and onlookers had no choice but to stand awestruck at what was unfolding before them. Jackie and Vincent were no different as they stood at the edge of a wooden jetty overlooking the expanse of lake before them; their hands lodged in each other's. His grip was tight. Last night was their first and last night together. Jackie and her boys had to disappea...

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“Amy” by Frances Benjamin

Submitted to Contest #67

Trigger warning: rape   He was tall and handsome and his hairstyle was similar to the one Rob Lowe sported in 'St. Elmo's Fire.' He wore an earring on his left ear and always donned washed out jeans and shirts with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He had an I.D badge fastened to the flap of his pocket that bore his name, Steven Fox. He was a reporter who worked for a popular New York newspaper. Amy took eyefuls of him as he moved his stuff upstairs and wondered what was he doing moving into this low rent ...

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