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Jan MacFarlane

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2022

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The Bequest

Richard placed the receiver on the cradle and turned to look at Dorothy. The pain was obvious in his eyes. “It’s not good,” he said. Dorothy’s hand flew to her mouth. “When?” she asked. “The early hours,” he said as he moved to comfort her. He placed his arms around her and pulled her tightly towards him. In turn, she placed her head on his shoulder and sniffed loudly. Then she looked up. “I suppose,” she said. “I should tell Elizabeth.” Richard nodded, inwardly sighing with relief. That wasn’t a task he had relished. Mrs E Donals...

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Dorrie's Coming Roon!

Submitted to Contest #186

“Well, we’re all agreed.” “That’s fine by me.” “And you C?” “The morra night?” “Yes. Have you a problem with that?” “Aye! A dinna think, A can dae it the morra.” “Hmmm! Why not, this time?” “Well, a’ve got ma art class the morra night.” “Art class C.? “ “Aye! It’s virtual - online ye know.” “Of course! You couldn’t miss it, could you?” “Naw, C. That art class of yours is second to none!” “A’m glad youse understand. Ah really don’t want tae miss it. Besides Dorrie wad think somethin’ wis up and be roon here at the toot.” “Well, s...

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Happy Christmas, Mrs Barker!

Submitted to Contest #173

There’s a buzz in the air: an excited buzz, providing harmonious backing vocals to the selection of upbeat Christmas songs which I’ve chosen to play on a loop. Everyone’s busy. We’ve got quite a production line going: some are drawing round their hands, while others colour the outlines green before handing them to the next group who cut them out. (Please, don’t think I’m some kind of fiend, making kids colour white paper green for the fun of it. The truth is we’ve run out of green paper and the Boss says he can’t buy any more ‘til next year!...

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The Glass Cliff

Submitted to Contest #170

She felt a tingle of excitement, as she looked up at the sheer face of the Crag, but she did not feel intimidated. On the contrary, the thought of the climb elated her. She knew she could do it: she had brought crampons, she had brought cams, and she had done her homework. She knew the safest way to the top, knew the rocks to grasp and those she should not, knew the cervices to be avoided, the overhangs and outcrops which might offer shelter and those that would not, and most important of all, she knew there was a staircase cut into the rock...

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