Francis Daisy

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2021

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“Rebin duks” by Francis Daisy

Mrs. Booker hummed tunelessly under her breath as she watered the lifeless plant on her desk. “Indirect sunlight my ass,” she muttered. She turned the ivy slightly more towards the window and wondered if the tower of books had something to do with blocking more sunlight than the plant truly needed. She set the water bottle down on her oak desk, or rather on a stack of papers on the top of her oak desk and stared. “Why do I even have this desk? It just gathers so much crap?”  Her eyes took in the abandoned mecha...

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“You ain't much fun” by Francis Daisy

We should sit down and talk about getting divorced.  This was the shape of the words on her phone. The text message had plinked, signaling that a new note had arrived from her husband. The white and blue screen brightly screamed: We should sit down and talk about getting divorced.  Kat had just walked upstairs and set her phone on the bedside table. Right...

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“Eat the Chocolate” by Francis Daisy

Top 10 reasons to never grow up:10. Number One reason to not grow up: Candy.When you are a kid you can eat all the candy you want and never have to worry about a thing. You don’t worry about the cavities, dentist visits, brushing, flossing, or even the calories consumed. You think about the chocolate that melts in your mouth. You think about the gummy sugar bears that stick to your teeth. You think about the colorful lifesavers and who can make theirs last the longest in her mouth ...

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“Delores rages against the world” by Francis Daisy

****WARNING: HATE and RANTING and MILITARY mention! CAUTION!The house that once smelled like sunshine, giggles, daisies, and happiness is no longer here. The scent of cardboard from jigsaw puzzles, plastic from Barbie doll shoes and American Girl doll hangers, and kool aide is missing. All of the scattered tiny clothes, mismatched socks, and slipper jammies are gone. What you find instead, of a home, is a hospital.You are greeted with the scent of bleach and rubbing alcohol that never quite ever cover...

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“The girls chose Hawaii” by Francis Daisy

*Warning: mention of cancer in storyMy daughter and I sat on the hard bench. She was in her sophomore year of high school, yet she still held my hand as we sat there together. We were both lost in our own thoughts. Watching. Staring. Fascinated by the two girls in front of us who were moving so gracefully. They wore simple black dresses that seemed to make their dance appear ever more elegant as they moved to the music. I couldn’t tell you the tune. It was melancholy and peaceful and sweet. Just like the girls who were d...

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“Imagine That” by Francis Daisy

“We can make special accommodations to your home to help,” the vet told me as I held my dog’s limp paw in my hand. Her big caramel brown eyes stared up at me. Was it my imagination or were they wetter than usual? Or were those my tears I was looking through? “Obviously, she won’t be able to use her back legs anymore, so we will set something up for her to use. Do you live in a one story house?”  I stared ...

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“My First Valentine” by Francis Daisy

You know when you can no longer fit your clothes - as opposed to when your clothes no longer fit you, but that is a different story for a different day - but when your clothes no longer fit into your bottom left hand dresser drawer, you know that there is a problem. What in the devil is in that drawer anyway? It’s your dresser. You’ve owned this dresser for the last, do we want to think about age here? Okay, upper level math skills being tasked here - years married, plus the apartment, minus the year in storage during the teeny tiny apart...

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“Just Married” by Francis Daisy

“You have got to be kidding me. You don’t even like her. You complain about her all the time. You tell me she doesn’t listen to you. Just the other day you said, what is that you said? You were mid-sentence when she got up and walked out of the room?” “I know, I know,” he sighed. He truly hated her. It seemed what was once his favorite spot on the sofa, the one closest to the end table so ...

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“Head Swirls and Twists of Fate” by Francis Daisy

He stared at the swirls in the white sand painted ceiling. It felt like just yesterday that he and his wife were choosing Bryce Canyon Red walls reminiscent of their most recent hiking trip. It was hard to believe that more than fifteen years had passed since that trip and almost as many since they had repainted the den. He smiled to think about the rocks resting on the mantle. They had taken so many trips, adventures,...

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“Show Time” by Francis Daisy

“C’mon! Let’s get this show on the road, Nat. The movie starts in ten,” Levi tapped his watch from where he stood near the door. Nat shook his head. “This isn’t another one of those animated ones is it?” He grabbed his coat off the back of the sofa and started to shrug his arms into the sleeves. The last action movie involved a stay white puff marshmallow hero who walked around with bacitracin healing powers or some such nonsense. “I don’t know how I let you talk me into movies. Why not just stay in? Orde...

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“Are there squirrels in my attic?” by Francis Daisy

The tabby cat lays curled beside me in bed. She is giving herself her nightly bath when we both hear the rustling. It sounds like someone is moving boxes in the room next door. Or maybe a pile of fall leaves are being raked up. Either way, both of our heads swivel in unison to the right. We stare at the corner of my bedroom and listen intently. There is nothing there. Her green eyes look at me and she returns to licking her paws. I go back to reading my book. The blanket is warm and her purring is soft. Soon we are both asleep....

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“Lost but not forgotten, but in this case, Lost AND forgotten” by Francis Daisy

It is said that desperate times call for desperate measures. If ever there was a desperate time, this was it. Thad thought back to what his grandmother used to tell him about that gold pendant she wore around her neck. What was it again? A hatchet? An axe? Something about a Saint and how he died and how he was desperate also. No, that wasn’t it. The dude wasn’t desperate. Everyone else was desperate. Or was Saint Jude telling them not to despair? His grandma always said without hope there is only despair. Or was that...

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“Just a Random Rant” by Francis Daisy

Dear Surgeon General Admiral Murthy, Reflecting upon recent events I feel the need to react to an article that was posted this morning in the Los Angeles Times. Or is it Las Angeles? I can never remember. Whatever. That’s not the point. The point is WTF. When is enough enough. The surgeon general is now warning of an “emerging” mental health crisis in our youth? You are seriously, just today, warning that...

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“96%” by Francis Daisy

Driving down the highway, she passes an eighteen wheeler. It has a large yellow sign plastered to the back side: Come join our team! Customers report that they are 96% satisfied with us!“Did you just read that sign?” She asks her daughter. “They think 96% is something to brag about? They are OKAY with 96%? I don’t think I would want to work for a company where the customers aren’t 100% satisfied.”“Mom, you’re joking, right?” her daughter turns the radio back up to ear deafening, thus end...

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“You Must Be So Proud” by Francis Daisy

“You must be so proud of your husband!” my father in law wrapped me into a warm embrace. We were standing on the driveway in front of our house. The shade from the tall oak tree covering the hot summer sun, but I could still feel the heat coming from the black tar driveway. The in-laws were in town for a quick overnight visit. My father in law was referring to the fact that my husband was so active in his professional life and in the National Guard. He himself was a retired military man and was a true patriot. He felt everyone should serv...

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Author bio

“Never do anything by halves if you want to get away with it. Be outrageous. Go the whole hog. Make sure everything you do is so completely crazy it’s unbelievable.” – Matilda, Roald Dahl.