Jim Wilkerson

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2021

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“The Wind in the Willows” by Jim Wilkerson

Submitted to Contest #248

   â€śI don’t have much time to chat,” said Ricky Welch, sighing a bit tiredly as he sat down. “I gotta get back to work by one o’clock, and you know how getting Caroline to her volleyball practice at the Y makes dinner all rush-rush every Tuesday. Still, I can always find some time for you, sweetest wife in the world.”     â€śOh, yes, you are so. You are the sweetest wife in the world, baby. Sweetest mommy, too. Caroline told me last night she wants to look just like you when she grows up. I told her that...

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“Climbing Up to the Bottom” by Jim Wilkerson

Submitted to Contest #158

NOTE: THIS STORY CONTAINS A COUPLE OF MENTIONS OF VIOLENT ACTS.   Pat O’Grady had to do something. He’d worked for too many years and hurdled too many obstacles in getting his bar on Pittston Avenue in Scranton up and running only to lose customers now to some newcomer bar a block away. Paddy’s on Pittston was Pat’s dream come true. He had learned a lot about the beer and liquor wholesale business when he worked for a local distributorship during the six years he wasted his time and money trying to earn a college degree at Pen...

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“The Price of Progress” by Jim Wilkerson

Submitted to Contest #150

NOTE: THIS STORY CONTAINS DESCRIPTION OF A CRUDE ACT THAT SOME READERS MAY FIND DISTASTEFUL.   â€śIt’s some kinda remote-controlled thing, Gram,” Anthony Gammaitoni explained to his grandmother at the breakfast table. “The forklifts just drive around by themselves while someone somewhere directs them. I don’t know how all it works. All’s I know is the company says it’s the only way they can stay in business, the only way to compete with the big warehouse and shipping companies around here.”     Gram shoo...

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Author bio

I'm a professor in a fairly boring discipline and obscure life in northeastern Pennsylvania. I read and write fiction purely for fun; truly a dilettante, that's me, so don't take me seriously. Trust me, I don't.