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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2020
Submitted to Contest #271
CW: This story contains themes of domestic violence and manipulation.Her eyes darted from one side of the empty road to the other while her feet slapped heavily against the pavement, her strides lengthening as she felt his black eyes boring holes into the sweat soaked t-shirt hanging off her back. He’d chased her down this street every day since she left the apartment they shared together two months ago.Coming to a stop at the last intersection before the safety of her neighborhood, she looked behind her, certain she would see her ex-boyfri...
Submitted to Contest #269
Standing there in my mom’s office on the second floor of my childhood home, my hands shook. Hovering my fingers over the red box on the shelf behind her desk as she’d instructed, I half expected it to shoot confetti or blow a horn, a last reminder from her that life can surprise you at any moment. I waited several minutes for something to happen, but as inanimate objects do, it remained still and unfazed. No funny games, yet. Running my finger over the dust on the top, I inspected the shiny streak trailing behind the path of my touch. Even t...
Submitted to Contest #75
668 “Next,” the woman behind the counter uttered unenthusiastically. I stood up, number in hand, and made my way to the metal desk at the front of the room. “Number, please,” the woman demanded, as I approached. I handed her the ticket with the number 668 printed on the front, and waited as she gave me the next set of instructions. She told me to look forward and smile in front of the white linen backdrop to the right of her desk. I rearranged my position and stared forward. Even though the sides of my mou...
Submitted to Contest #74
52. The number of tallies I had drawn onto the wall to my right. It had been almost two months since she’d left me here. The days had blurred together at this point, but when I closed my eyes I could still see the exact look on her face the day we said goodbye. Pain, confusion, relief. I couldn’t blame her honestly, she had given a better fight than I would have been able to muster in her position. Then again, that’s the reason I’m in here and she’s not. The sun was setting and my best guess was that it was somewhere around 6PM. I laid ...
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