J Lindsay

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Inconvenient” by J Lindsay

Submitted to Contest #149

TW: Violence I watch mutely as the light suspended from the ceiling flickers. It swings from a long chain, casting a dim glow on the cracked walls of the small dining room. ‘Petite’, my grandmother might have called it. Or ‘cosy’. As if a kinder adjective might lend some warmth to this depressing, windowless box. She had been a master of such understatement: Crossing half the globe to escape Nazis? ‘Inconvenient.’ Presenting a Christmas dinner burnt beyond recognition? ‘Somewhat crispy.’ One of the last things she said to me was she felt ‘...

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“Above the Valley” by J Lindsay

Submitted to Contest #50

It’s strange how some memories stick out in the mind. They become solid, formative, immovable. Most memories are fleeting. Often weeks, months, years can pass by, each almost indistinguishable from the last – perhaps you remember your first time on a plane, or the first time you saw your dad cry. But these memories stick out as anomalies in the foggy soup of our past. Then something can happen that is so at odds with what surrounds it, it becomes almost like a fixed point in time. It becomes so much a part of who you are, it seems im...

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“Waiting Tables” by J Lindsay

Submitted to Contest #49

Where are you?? The message sits on my phone, unread. The screen is bright, too bright in this dark room. I don’t want to be that girl, but he’s two hours late. I’m right to be concerned, aren’t I? This isn’t the first time he’s been late. Or the second, or the third. But it’s ten PM, and he finishes work at six. He’s never been particularly punctual, but if he’s going to be this late he would call, surely? Should I call, or am I just being impatient? Maybe he’s had to work overtime, maybe he’s had a stressful day and went to the gym, ...

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“The Handsome Bastard” by J Lindsay

Submitted to Contest #47

You climb the platform stairs behind a well-groomed man. Your words are stuck. They always are at moments like this. Those crisp moments of the early morning where every breath spoken is underscored and exaggerated by great plumes of mist. You check your watch. Everyone knows not to speak to strangers at the train station at 6.43AM. Have they had their coffee? Have you? Do you even remember? Who the fuck knows. But that’s hardly the point. You’re stalling, not wanting to draw the attention of a stranger or – worse yet – multiple strangers....

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