Hugh Knight

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2024

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“In for a Penny” by Hugh Knight

Submitted to Contest #289

Two deep breaths. I’ve done this loads of times already. Binder on the chest. Suit and tie too long for my torso. I inspect the baggie of coke, and flick it twice because that’s what I’ve seen my new friends do. I tie a long string around the door lock, and check on all fours to make sure nobody else is in the men’s. The floor stinks of bleach. I get up and exit with the string over the door. I leave my knee-length black skirt and satiny white dress shirt in the stall, along with the baggie. I close the door and give the string a tug. It loc...

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“The Desert Takes” by Hugh Knight

Submitted to Contest #267

You shake the waterskin. Only a sip or two left. You pass it to Mel. She shakes it, passes it back to you. Your mouth is sandpaper, your throat like you’ve swallowed shards of glass. You shake the waterskin, pass it back to her.You make a game of it, sisters stumbling through the desert. Heat boils your insides. Sand billows up to form mini-tornadoes over dunes far and close, a prelude to a storm. Mirages speckle the horizon with pockets of oases. You know better than to trust them.As you keep passing the waterskin between you, there is gall...

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“Well Out of It” by Hugh Knight

Submitted to Contest #252

I clenched the bird feed, quickened my pace. The fog was thick, enough that the streetlights flickered to life at 1:00pm, turning the pavement ghostly-white. Just one other person was here, and there were no cars to shake away the silence. It wasn't the kind of day for going out – that meant fewer crumbs for the pigeons if I hadn’t come. It was also because it was so quiet that the man fifty meters behind me was as obvious as he was. He wore bulky black sunglasses that covered half his face. Was he trying to be noticed? I'd followed all the ...

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“The Elsewhere Dead, by Sage Knight” by Hugh Knight

Submitted to Contest #247

IMy wife dies at 3:45pm. Natural causes; we’ve been at that age for a while, so it isn’t surprising. I call the Undertakers at 9:53pm. They arrive five minutes later with their white gloves and black veils over their heads. Always in threes, they come: one to Mourn, one to Comfort, one to Watch, then all to carry away. Death is sacred in Vigil. The next morning they send Roger, my son, to fill in the paperwork. &n...

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