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Jane Summers

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2023

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The Language of Cows

Jane Summers

Submitted to Contest #218

It started with a subtle, anticipatory inhalation, an almost sound. He pressed his hand flat on her ribs. The long deep exhale resonated through her body in a low steady hum. The lowing call unfurled. The languid melody grew from a rich bass note and rose to a mid-range timbre producing a soothing earthy note.John leant on the wooden gate, his hand over the side, resting on the side of the cow. The early evening air cooled a degree or two. The change of temperature plucked at his forearms with tiny fingers. He shivered, waiting for the rest ...

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Agatha's Oddity Oasis

Jane Summers

Shortlisted for Contest #202 ⭐️

Oliver Hartfield retrieved the handkerchief from his trouser pocket. He flipped it out, blew his nose, wiped the moisture from his nostrils and shoved the handkerchief back into its place. An old man in a young man’s body. His brown scruffy hair grew in a thicket of tangles, his young eyes gleamed with bright intelligence. The strength in his limbs contradicted the curved shoulders earnt from years of hunching over workbenches.Oliver Hartfield lived in the clouds. His mind ticked away with cogs and coils, oil and metal. An inventor to his co...

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Susan's not ready for the end of the world.

Jane Summers

Submitted to Contest #182

‘Hello, Susan.’I groan under my breath. It’s Cathy. My head lowers, stretching the back of my neck and my shoulders shrink in. I grit my teeth, preparing for the worse.She bounces towards me with a wide smile, blonde, blue-eyed, and bubbly.Today Cathy’s hair is styled in an artfully designed messy bun. The oversized black waistcoat compliments her oyster silk shirt. Loose trousers are rolled up at the bottom. She is cool, edgy. The flat, silver-pink brogues, sans socks, finish her look.In comparison, I am drab and insignificant. Not that I c...

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The path we choose.

Jane Summers

Submitted to Contest #180

I suppose it could be worse, he told himself, I might have ended up on the side with the bear. Max scrabbled his feet against the earth, struggling to find a foothold before his weight pulled him down. Desperate, he dug his fingernails into the dirt trying to gain purchase on something that wasn’t there. He looked ahead into the forest, his chin at ground level, focusing on the moss-covered tree trunk lying a mere three feet away. The edges of the trunk were crumbling away, softened by the natural dampness of the forest. Sun-dappled leaves...

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