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John Casey

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2020

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Seeing the Future

John Casey

Submitted to Contest #154

I come from a long line of fortune tellers. Diviners was the word my grandmother preferred to use. I can still hear her voice in my head: “What I do is divine the future for those who lack the ability to see it.” She didn’t help people connect with the dead, and she wasn’t there to help people understand events from their past. The future was her specialty. She actually married someone whose last name – no joke – was Devine, and The Deviners was the name they went by when they traveled about the country. They put on stage shows where...

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Frozen in Time

John Casey

Submitted to Contest #77

Elliott glanced up from the pan he was scrubbing in the kitchen sink to see that the snow was finally starting to stick. Snow had been an unusually rare sight that winter. While it had been cold enough for it, the ground had remained green, the sky a deep grey. Now flecks of white were scattering among the shivering blades of grass, and the sky had become the blank abyss that presaged a heavy snowfall. Elliott continued working away at the pan, swirling his sponge around and around in the rainbow-tinged water, a few flecks of burned grease p...

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On the Outside

John Casey

Submitted to Contest #70

I pulled into the visitors’ lot and was prepared to wait, but the van pulled up just when it was supposed to. In my experience, it was unusual for any part of the criminal justice system to operate efficiently, but apparently they could at least get the shuttles to run on time. Grey, with WAYNE CORRECTIONAL FACILITY emblazoned in bold type across the rear sliding passenger door, the van carried with it the deferred dreams of a thousand desperate men. Today, it also carried the man who had been my best friend, who had followed me down the pat...

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A Night Out

John Casey

Submitted to Contest #68

“I know this is just our first date, but I need to tell you something.” “OK, sure,” Jake said, lowering his wine glass from his lips back down onto the checkered tablecloth. Jake savored the mildly acidic burn as the riesling coated his tongue and slipped down his throat. He smiled at his date, taking in her long, brown hair and green eyes while the busy restaurant hummed around them. The evening had been going so well that the potentially concerning nature of Stacy’s plea didn’t even register with him. “I’m not really alive,” Stac...

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