Gary Gallant

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2024

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“tealeaves” by Gary Gallant

Submitted to Contest #287

TEALEAVESGreg Gibson finished his Earl Grey tea and went to work, soon getting swallowed up by the morning customers.Greg took the order for Table 4 to the kitchen and handed it to the cook. “He’s out there again, Mom, Sheriff Barnes.”“Sheriffs got to eat too, Greg,” said Norma Gibson. “Nothing to worry about”“I’m not worried. Mom, it's not me who he is trying to date. ““Is his daughter with him? You and Veronica are both in the freshman class at the university. You should get to know her more.”“Next thing I know, you will want to go on a do...

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“you never know a good thing until its gone” by Gary Gallant

Submitted to Contest #286

“You never know a good thing until it’s gone.” “One day, all the love you know will be gone”. Marcus Delorean read the passage out loud, alone, here with the gravestones. Once a year, he came to this graveyard to visit the graves of his wife and child. He said a prayer of remembrance. Then, he sat, inhaling the scent of fresh-cut grass next to the tombstones. Large oaks as wide around as a barrel and a hundred feet high gave him welcome shade this summer afternoon. Birdsong wafted soothingly from the limbs of the trees.He knew that no ghosts...

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“I Remember” by Gary Gallant

Submitted to Contest #285

I RememberI remember my grandfather had a plate in his head and an artificial eye. He used both when he played with his grandchildren.“Watch this,” Gampy said. He tapped on his head with the artificial left eye he held. We could hear the tap tapping, and of course, we squealed.“Gampy, that’s gross,” my eight-year-old self said. “Do it again.”Gampy tapped some more, then reached down beside his wheelchair and rolled his eye across the floor, the rolling sound loud on the old wood floor until it popped against the baseboard of the far wall.“Go...

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“Mary” by Gary Gallant

Submitted to Contest #284

                         MARYA tourniquet wrapped around her arm like a noose, a needle dangling from a vein as she sat slumped, naked, leaning against the cold tiles of the bathroom wall. The needle and syringe hung like a hanging man, weaving slowly, back and forth and then fell, neck broken, to rattle on the bathroom floorMary’s arm hung limply, attached to her jellylike body, as she coasted in a glorious, magical, ...

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“starfish” by Gary Gallant

Submitted to Contest #281

Starfish  Grant Long thought, " People are going to die tonight." It will be the coldest day of the year, and a nor’easter is expected tomorrow. He continued to spread salt on his driveway, hoping it would be the last storm of the year. He hated what the salt did to his vehicles. Sometimes, you forget how grateful you need to be. To even have a roof over your head is a luxury, he told himself in the mirror. Tugging on the collar of his shirt, he studied his face. It was closely shaven, strong, square, with dimples in his cheeks whe...

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“THE SUICIDE SHOP” by Gary Gallant

Submitted to Contest #280

The suicide shop When I first saw Kevin Trask, he was almost naked. Perhaps fully naked in my mind's eye, but he was wearing the skimpiest of bathing suits as he got out of his pool, stretched, and toweled himself in the noonday sun. He could have modeled for any underwear ad; he was that chiseled, with long angular lines from head to toe. I was both disappointed and relieved when he put on a purple silk robe. How appropriate, I thought, for the king of his world. He had yet to speak despite acknowledging my presence with a brief nod. H...

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“solitary” by Gary Gallant

Submitted to Contest #279

SolitaryHenry Gibson walked the four corners of his confinement. His world was gray. The walls and floor were gray. His sink, his bunk, and his toilet were all gray metal or cement. He had lived three years in a gray cement and metal box. Supermax, they called it. Henry called it his gray coffin, and he had been buried alive.“Left, left, left, right, left, left, left, left, right, left.” Henry sang, his cadence perfect as he paced the gray eight-foot by ten-foot room.“You sing like a rooster crows, Henry, an intrusion on the silence.”“Good m...

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“The Letter” by Gary Gallant

Submitted to Contest #278

THE LETTERThaddeus B. Griswald heard the mail scrape through the slot and hit the floor. He glanced at the time on the ancient grandfather clock, turned his wrist over, and looked at the new Rolex. The times were the same. Thaddeus gave a satisfied grunt. He demanded accuracy. The mail was late. It was the second time this week. The postmaster would hear about it. He gathered the mail from the floor and returned to his big red leather chair by the fire, Gas, not real logs. He had switched after the house next door had burned down when an emb...

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“The Caretaker” by Gary Gallant

Submitted to Contest #277

The Caretaker I watched the old man rake the leaves under the ancient oaks. He shaped the leaves into neat, tidy piles, then scooped them briskly into giant, green plastic bags. Then he moved to the following graveyard plot and did it again, and so on, as we moved up and down the rows in the cemetery.“Do you ever talk to them?” I asked the old man“Sometimes I do. Sometimes, I think that they hear me, but there are a lot of headstones in the cemetery, and some days, I forget.” The old man moved slowly to the next plot. He moved that way, slow...

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“Wicked Is As Wicked Does” by Gary Gallant

Submitted to Contest #277

WICKED IS AS WICKED DOESSabrina saw the terrified human up against the dead-end alley wall.She had herded him here to kill him away from curious eyes. Sheswooped down from the sky, a killer eagle on the kill. Stopping a foot above the wet, black pavement, she looked her hunted eye to dead eye.“Well, look at me defying gravity.”The soon-to-be-dead man did not respond; the terror on his face was enough.“Hell boy, that was funny; wicked is as wicked does.” She drove her teeth into the side of his neck, drinking deeply, savoring the flavor ...

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