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J.S Cross

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020

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Sorry, I'm late

Submitted to Contest #49

Scanning the small cafe, I smiled as I spotted a familiar face.  "I'm late," he sighed.  "It's okay, David." After the first few tutor sessions, I questioned him about his tardiness. "I am so sorry! I am late again," He complained. He had started taking care of his grandmother almost every day, as she had started declining in health. First, losing range of motion, then her strength to walk independently. In the beginning, it was only going to her home to tidy up and keep her company for a few hours.  As she began to lose her s...

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Positive

Submitted to Contest #49

 From anticipation, pure excitement, to deep-seeded depression. These past five years had been a roller coaster of emotions. Would this be yet another heartbreak? Would it fill us with anguish? Could this break us up? I sat with my head in my hands, hair falling around my face, a stray tear landing on my lap. "Honey, is everything okay in there? You have been in there for quite some time," My husband's soft words set me free of my constricting thoughts. "Just a few more minutes," I managed. My ears were met with only the sound of his re...

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Bus Stop Conversations

Submitted to Contest #49

 "Hey, how are you bud?" a middle-aged man questioned you.   "Just waiting for my mother to get off the bus, Sir," you spoke uncomfortably.  Talking to strangers has always made you uneasy. Something in the way they so freely spoke to someone they did not know. As if they have been friends for years.  "Oh is she coming from work?" he sat on the bench.  "Just to visit, Sir."  "Well that's lovely," he offered a grin.   You gave your best smile given the circumstances. You will try to be kind, he has...

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