Gary Gallant

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2024

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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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