Gloria Salazar

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2020

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7 Stories

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“The Memories We Leave” by Gloria Salazar

Submitted to Contest #68

"What exactly are we doing out here Dad?" Cass whined pitifully sleepy at her father as they stumbled along in the near dark. "You'll see", her father, Sam, had teased her not unkindly. In a swift motion he gathered the young Cass up in his arms with a grunt of effort. "Trust me it'll be worth it." Cass laid her head sleeply on his shoulder. "Tell me when we get there." He chuckled as little snorts of s...

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“Dreaming?” by Gloria Salazar

Submitted to Contest #38

He was seven foot tall and three feet wide, his long spiked hair was a shocking neon blue that seemed to give off a light all its own, his muscles rippled like disturbed water when he moved across the room, and most shockingly of all his skin was orange. Not sickly orange, or over-tanned, but a deep golden orange that made his black pupil-less eyes really stand out.Devon had no idea who or even what he was but the massive mountain of a being had crawled, with lots of moaning and grumbling, out from underneath the desk in his room. ...

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“Alone” by Gloria Salazar

Submitted to Contest #38

"Are you kidding me?" Jacob yelled across his front lawn at the elderly man swinging on the porch opposite him. The man wore a worn-out sweater that had obviously been knitted just for him, some time ago. It was loose in all the right places and tight where it needed to be."No," the man laughed, "when I was your age gasoline was only twenty-five cents a gallon.""I wish I was alive back then," Jacob called out as he finished his cup of morning coffee. "Be right back." He told the man."Sure," the old man looked into his...

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“Soul Mates” by Gloria Salazar

Submitted to Contest #33

Boom, boom, boom! Mort had no idea where his heart was.The last thing that clearly came to mind when Mort tried to conjure up some idea of where he was or what he was doing was sitting in his recliner, drinking his iced tea, and watching one of those blasted women TV movies with Martha.“Mort?” She had called his name from her cozy crochet spot on the couch. He had turned smiling at the happiness he heard when she spoke his name.Then nothing. The world was a foggy cloud of jumbled half-images and sounds that made no se...

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“The Tenant” by Gloria Salazar

Submitted to Contest #32

“Sharon? Sharon are you down there? Hello?” The voice floated down from the ceiling above. A translucent blob of white that might have been the last remnants of an early morning fog wriggled back and forth attempting to free itself.Sharon, an elderly woman sporting a shocking blue perm with swatches of white hair streaking through it rolled slowly into the room her wheelchair squeaking pleasantly. Her thin frail arms pushed upon the spokes of her chair with a strength they did not show. “Esmerelda?” Her ancient voice cracked from d...

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“Docent” by Gloria Salazar

Submitted to Contest #32

Susan stood before the entrance to the Hall of Paintings waiting for her first tour group of the day to arrive, they were due any minute. “Ms. Torson,” an annoyed voice whispered from behind her, she jumped the warm breath tracing itself sickly along her neckline. Turning around she stared into the chubby, frog-like cheeks of her boss, Mr. Eldenbar. He was, per usual, puffing on an unlit cigar that hung from his lip its ashen end resting easily on the top of his quadruple chin. “Yes, sir?” She managed without choking on the cigar s...

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“An Unexpected Conversation” by Gloria Salazar

Submitted to Contest #30

 “Hello?” Sara listened but the line had gone dead.“Another one?” John asked looking up from his toast and eggs.“Yeah,” she stared at the old phone hanging in her hand then slid it into the cradle on the wall, “third time this week. Nobody ever calls it, now we’re getting hang-ups. Maybe it’s broken. I’ll call the company to look at it in the morning.”“Why don’t you just get rid of that old thing? Nobody else even has one anymore.” John told her waving his cell phone around like a technological flag.

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You have no idea what it cost to be me but then again I have no idea what it cost to be you.