Jeannie Labelle -Potvin

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2020

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““Strange Lands Invaded by Foreigner.”” by Jeannie Labelle -Potvin

Submitted to Contest #258

 "Strange Lands Invaded by Foreigner.”‘I've needed to take a little time.’Okay, back up a bit. I’ve needed to take a LOT of time.My brain aches as memories cascade. I want to say, “Cascade like dominos.”  However as those words circle the bottom of the sink, watery images rise out of the steam of a thousand years of war. My brain hurts even more as I think of all my friends who’ve passed on to another realm, or simply gone back into some mindless void. I go back to the old days when we were all not dead.Hmmm. Very interes...

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“Ground Zero” by Jeannie Labelle -Potvin

Submitted to Contest #256

Ground Zero and Square one sometimes seem to blend together. Once when I was in my 50s, I asked my mother a rather simple question.“Mom, if you had it to do over again, would you have had me?”My heart, if not in my throat, was throbbing quietly to a fear that scrambled for escape.My mother, a rather taciturn blend of Scottish, Irish, English genes was somewhat unpredictable.She could morph from a sweet loving woman who would allow you to nestle beneath her ample bosom into a straight laced Victorian prude who removed you firmly from that spo...

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“MorningStar’s Advice” by Jeannie Labelle -Potvin

Submitted to Contest #253

‘Twas the night before I lost my right arm.Ok that might be a slight exaggeration but for all intents and purposes the exact truth.I sit with a stuffed turtle given to me by a feral young woman who pulled it out of her backpack and insisted I needed it.We had never met before but she told me she’d dreamed about me and that she was told to give me her turtle. She told me her name was Morning Star and that it was time for me to listen to her turtle and that his message was, “Slow down!” We both cry as I hold her in my arms. We each u...

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“Slow Down” by Jeannie Labelle -Potvin

Submitted to Contest #252

“Slow Down”byJeanne Labelle-PotvinI remember. And yet I’ve been told so often, “That’s impossible. You couldn’t remember that.” As I do my best to believe these doubtful Toms, strange things begin to percolate from somewhere deep inside the very core of my being. I watch as pictures dance before me, visions projected through my eyes onto the screen of reality. I remember.It was a long time ago. I’m peacefully asleep, wrapped snugly inside a cocoon of indescribable softness.There are pathways inside my brain that are being laid care...

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“Flight of Fantasy ” by Jeannie Labelle -Potvin

Submitted to Contest #230

Jean-Luc was a man of many fantasies.His most persistent ones were somewhat delusional and had begun early in his life. He had been a quiet child, somewhat introverted and yet had a way of firmly holding stage center. When he was quite young, his parents began to be concerned about the slightly kinky nature of his narratives and often tried to temper his stories of murder and mayhem. They weren’t very successful.Time passed and Jean-Luc gradually...

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“Little Boy Blue” by Jeannie Labelle -Potvin

Submitted to Contest #220

“Are you hungry?”A rather simple question and yet for some, the answer lies deeply hidden beneath layers of complexity.He was very hungry. Though the family kitchen held copious amounts of food, to the little boy it was empty. To the uneducated eye his belief of emptiness was somewhat delusional.None the less, his hunger persisted. Empty promises lurked menacingly behind boxes and bags of food.He was just a little boy who lived with a good family. They looked after him as best as they could, but he had a hole s...

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“Zero Four, Zero Four, Twenty-four.” by Jeannie Labelle -Potvin

Submitted to Contest #194

It was the fourth day of the fourth month of the year 2024. I would soon be turning 74, and as I approached that landmark, I began to reminisce about the years I had wandered this planet I called home.I occasionally visited a time many years before. It was not a time I like to remember and I was grateful that as the years passed, the memories had become softer, and a little bit more gentle. I still approached cautiously for there were days when the images filled my brain with ugliness that spilled down t...

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“Crossing the Rainbow ” by Jeannie Labelle -Potvin

Submitted to Contest #189

It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling and it was almost dark.Sally sat in her kitchen, wrapped in several layers of guilt.She covered her ears as the loud howls from outside slowly quieted, petering off into almost silent whimpering.Her ordeal had begun several years earlier.Her children, aided and abetted by her husband had coerced her with their constant, pleas for a dog.Against her better judgment, Sally finally gave in to the pressure from her family.The reality was t...

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“Searching For Utah. ” by Jeannie Labelle -Potvin

Submitted to Contest #167

I begin dreaming of endings.Scene after scene endlessly play across the stage that fills my head.Old movies race towards the finish line. The final credits roll down the incline, crowding my vision with shadows and shades.It is the final scene of “Raising Arizona”.I stand behind Nick Cage as he speaks of the child he and Holly Hunter once stole.Their movie characters desperately wanted a baby and believed that the Arizona couple who'd just had sextuplets wouldn't miss one.Turns out they...

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“Only Women Bleed. Part 2./Never Surrender.” by Jeannie Labelle -Potvin

Submitted to Contest #166

Lilith was furious. Furious and disgusted with her nemesis Ginny.She put her hands up in the air, uttering the words that signalled her defeat.“I give up, I just can’t take this anymore, I QUIT!”Once again she’d found Ginny standing at the kitchen sink, weeping, paring knife in her hand, watching the rich, ruby red liquid pour into the sink,Once again she had endured hearing Ginny begin to sing, “Only women bleed”.The woman knew this wasn’t quite true and yet
.she wept.Thankf...

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“"Mea Culpa"” by Jeannie Labelle -Potvin

Submitted to Contest #165

Barry’s excitement had reached a breaking level.The short whip he held in his hand dripped blood and skin. As he looked over his shoulder into a mirror, it dawned on him there was a very fine line between religious discipline, flagellation and sexual gratification.He broke that line often.His exercise in repentance had begun somewhat innocently.It was the ninth month of a year that had been a great test for this doggedly devout man.He had been working on clearing himself of character defects a...

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“Fearless” by Jeannie Labelle -Potvin

Submitted to Contest #163

 I’ve faced death in my life.The first time I remember, was the day my maternal grandmother died.She was 47, and I was 7. Months. Inutreo.You might say, “Well, that is sad but hardly a big deal. After all, you weren’t yet born. It really isn’t possible that you could remember her.”“Ha!”, is my reply.Here is my memory of that day.It is May the 29th, 1949. I’m peacefully contemplating my day. The routine has been reassuring and quite gentle. ...

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“Harry Get Out Your Cane” by Jeannie Labelle -Potvin

Submitted to Contest #153

 HARRY GET OUT YOUR CANE.Ginny sat, once again, in her therapist's office. She wondered if she’d ever be done with this woman, yet in the same moment looked upon her with deep gratitude.This person had stood beside her for almost two decades. She stored an encyclopedia of details about Gin’s life and knew things and connections to things that few others did.Gin could be quite a blabbermouth and though she told people much, she hid even more. Her words often became a s...

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“A Song For Someone” by Jeannie Labelle -Potvin

Submitted to Contest #151

 A Song For SomeoneGinny awoke with The Voice strong in her head.It had broken into her imagination and freely taken whatever It wanted. She was fine with this, for after all, she’d given this Force full permission to do so.She began her day with a prayer. Having woken knowing that a new day had begun, her brain began to percolate.It told her of all the things she had to do, all the tasks done, those left behind, those that sti...

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“Morning Has Broken” by Jeannie Labelle -Potvin

Submitted to Contest #149

Ginny woke up softly with an old Cat Stevens song rising from someplace deep inside. Indeed, morning was breaking and yes, it felt like the first morning.She stretched, thought of Luke with her eyes still closed. She smiled gently, reached out to caress his body and realized he wasn’t there.Ginny sighed, took a deep breath of praise and elation and opened her eyes.Glorious, blinding radiance filled the eastern sky. It had begun with a tentative flicker as the ea...

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