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JL Henrikson

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2021

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Nocturne

Submitted to Contest #123

The tree kept falling over and they needed a stronger base to keep it upright. “Do you need the tree?” Pierce asked. Pierce was the producer. He was worried about spending more to bolster the tree. It was probably the most expensive piece of stagecraft of the whole set, possibly the most expensive piece that the theater company had ever had made. “The play is called Tree of Life so we kind of need a tree, dude,” Monica replied, standing at the edge of the stage looking at the empty rows of seats in the theater.  “I've been thinking, do...

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The After Hours

Ever since I read Corduroy as a child I have been obsessed with staying in a store past closing time. I spent the twilight moments between waking and sleep imagining how I would do it, if I would sneak in or break in, or hide behind a display or inside a circular garment rack, devising strategies until I began to doze off. Of course, by the time I was old enough to execute one of these plots, no more of the behemoth department stores existed, and malls were becoming derelict, supported by gadget kiosks and nail salons and massage chairs, fas...

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Reunion

Submitted to Contest #120

Mary with the green eyes and reddish hair and the wonderful clothes who all the boys in my middle school had a crush on sent me a message that she wanted to meet up. We hadn't seen each other much since we broke up when we were 13, she left a note in my locker saying that she felt like she loved me too much and that she was too young to get tied down, and how could I argue with that? She was doing the right thing, the adult thing. But that week we were together was the most blissful time of my awkward and tortured youth that I had spent, and...

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