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John K Adams

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2019

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The Barter

Submitted to Contest #215

‘Moby is dead.’ Jacob stared at his goldfish floating in its bowl. Tears streamed down his face. He was six. He’d heard the word ‘death’ mentioned on TV, but this was real. Searing pain cut through his world. ‘How can this be?’ His mother, Joanna, came to his bedroom door. She understood his sorrow and tried to console her young son. “But why, Mom? Why?” “I’m sorry Jake. Some things can’t be explained.” She thought, ‘Especially when you don’t understand.’ Joanna stroked Jacob’s hair, cooed loving phrases and offered to help lay Moby to r...

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What You Wish For

Submitted to Contest #214

Jack lugged the picnic basket up the path toward the overlook. He called back to Melody, his girlfriend, “Hurry, Jill! The sun’ll be setting…” “Jack, please don’t call me Jill. How many times…?” Melody sighed.   They found level ground. Jack spread the blanket, placed the basket and stepped over to look at the valley lit by the late summer sun. Leaves would soon turn. Melody stepped beside him and took his hand. They caught their breath while enjoying the view. “What a magnificent day.” “I’m sorry it’s our last together. The perfect e...

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Are You For Real?

Submitted to Contest #213

TW: People in conflict over mistakes made.Arne entered the meet up club where he planned to meet Gloria. Her text said she’d be wearing a white Gardenia to more easily identify her. ‘Meet ups’ are an informal version of the blind date. They allow singles to get acquainted and pursue deeper connections.Almost immediately, Arne saw a problem. Across the dimly lit room, he saw two women with Gardenias. Either would make him look good. One wore a Gardenia in her hair. She had a model’s figure, but was too slim for Arne’s tastes.She stood near th...

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Fan Mail Flames

Submitted to Contest #212

Ira Stanford told his assistant, “Seen it all.” He’d glanced at the fan letter for about five seconds. “A rubber stamp would suffice to answer most of these scribbles.” He tossed the letter onto the stack. “Yes. Answer them, but you’re not Miss Lonely-hearts, Shane. More important things on your plate.” Shane Delacroix was relieved he needn’t answer each fan letter in depth. Ira said. “Did you book those flights next week? And hotels? How about the press? Anyone meeting me at the airport? Any talk shows? Radio? TV? Cable?” Shane answered ea...

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Burning

Submitted to Contest #211

Larry smelled pine smoke. He smiled at the thought of Andre, his brother, ‘Sipping brandy before the fire. What a life. Finally settled into his niche…’ Walking toward the study, warm, shifting light shone off the walls. He stepped into the doorway to see Andre sitting on the hearth, feeding papers into rising flames. Stacks of paper leaned against each other. Larry said, “What’s up? Andre looked haunted. “You’ve got to help me, man.” “You want a sandwich?” Larry worked in catering. Andre fed the fire. “No. I can’t do this anymore. I’ll go...

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Daily, Except in Hurricanes

Submitted to Contest #210

Ramone looked out his window at the ‘SOLD’ sign in the front yard across the street. He shook his head.   Now retired, he’d lived his whole life in this house. He made mud pies at the foot of the driveway before they paved the street. He went to school with the boy who fathered the man who just sold his house. Ybor City, in Tampa, Florida, was once filled with people Ramon had known forever. So many lifelong friends had moved away or passed on. Ramon’s neighborhood was gentrifying. He’d only just learned the term. Now it was happening ...

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Elvis Has Left the Planet

Submitted to Contest #210

Dean staggered into the kitchen rubbing his bleary eyes. “Coffee. Gotta have coffee. My kingdom for a cup!” His kids, Lucy and Rex, looking at the morning paper, barely reacted. They’d heard it many times. Rex focused on the sports section. Lucy commandeered the calendar page. “Where’s your mother?” He began making coffee. Monica, still in her robe and slippers, stood at the kitchen door. “Here. What a night! Dogs barking. Lights flashing…” Dean rolled his eyes. “You too?” “Like the good old days, huh?” She smiled wanly. “Ready for school, ...

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His Sign Read ‘WEST’

Submitted to Contest #209

His Sign Read ‘WEST’ Warning: Characters in conflict. Mentions of violence. In the pre-dawn light, Mason threw his duffel bag into the pickup truck bed. Muttering under his breath, he slammed the driver’s door and the engine roared to life. Jamming it into gear and barely tapping the brakes, Mason squealed into the street. He gunned the engine into the entrance ramp. This was no joy ride. About to merge, he spotted a hitchhiker standing in the gloom. His sign read ‘West.’ “Perfect…” Mason pulled over and honked. The hitchhiker ran. He open...

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Behind the Door

Shortlisted for Contest #208 ⭐️

Duncan pulled his reins as his horse emerged from the copse of trees. The castle Camelot stood dreamlike atop a distant hill. Campfire smoke spread beneath the haze lingering from morning. Bucephalus, his steed, stamped restlessly after the long ride. It knew their destination. A covey of quail scurried across the path and into the underbrush. A hawk circled. He dismounted and let the stallion graze. It felt good to stretch. He drank from the stream. Soon Duncan would join others in Arthur’s great hall. Guinevere would return his smile and ...

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Proof Positive

Submitted to Contest #207

Howard Marks drove onto the Sequentrix Industries’ lot. He’d successfully passed the security gate. The sun had dipped behind the mountain. It felt like he’d driven forever up endless winding roads. ‘Thank God for GPS.’ The unassuming low-rise building built into the hillside was a former Buddhist monastery. He’d been called there but not informed of his purpose. He had lots of questions. Not sci-fi, Sequentrix was the most secure research lab in the world. Most didn’t know it existed. Fewer knew its purpose. Hardly anyone knew its locati...

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Embrace Your Fear

Submitted to Contest #206

Logan awoke alone in the forest. He felt at peace. A few stars still winked through branches. Abandoned but not afraid, he’d expected it. Planned for it. ‘For his own good. That’s how it works,’ he thought. Ever resourceful, he’d find his way. Untamed but not threatening, to Logan this was mere wilderness. Not sure why he came, fear held little sway in his life. He was not destined to die of exposure. Logan knew his fate lay within, a more interesting place to explore than this trackless expanse. That’s what Sal, the shaman, told them. Loga...

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The Boba Master

Submitted to Contest #205

Adrian dragged the last of his stuff into his freshman year dorm room. ‘First dibs on the bed…’ he thought. He arranged his luggage to unpack as needed. He left space for his roommate, whom he had not met. Adrian sat on the bed and checked his list. He had his class schedule and books, a heavy load. His counselor said to go easy first semester. Adrian wasn’t there to party. He aimed to finish in three years. Tuition paid, he hoped he saved enough to finish without loans. Once done, he’d walk unencumbered into his new career. Whatever that ...

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Finding Joy

Submitted to Contest #204

Ambrose said, “What’s the point?” They scanned the unbroken desert stretching to the horizon. “If we don’t change direction, we’ll end up where we’re going.” “That is the idea, Ambrose. I told you, we’re not diverting. We’re going where we’re expected.” End of discussion. Josiah had nothing else to add. “But maybe there’s a better way. Look at that.” The sun hadn’t shown itself, but the sky shone brighter by the minute. “I see it. Need to go…” A dark line of a mountain range marked the boundary between earth and sky. One could almost think...

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The Charm

Submitted to Contest #203

Coleen eyed her parents’ house from the shade of the tree a few doors down. They hadn’t lived there long, but today she began planning her move out. Preparing for the ‘big reveal,’ Coleen draped her sweater over her ring finger and walked resolutely to her home. The family had lived there since the beginning of her senior school year. Her parents, Michael and Heidi, bought it along with the Sunny Day Café behind them, on the next block. Michael loved the convenient commute, mere steps away, across the alley. Coleen found her ‘new kid’ wor...

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Precipice

Submitted to Contest #202

I blew it. Like a clockwork demolition, in a matter of seconds, I destroyed my life. Sitting in the darkness, on the curb outside my parent’s home, I contemplated my bleak future. Did I have one? Homelessness? Prison? My carefully plotted, bright dreams had gone. Poof! Could I ever return to the house I grew up in? The only home I’d ever known? I miscalculated and took a high dive into a shallow pool. Dread clung to my bones. I hoped it was worth it. Were those distant sirens coming for me? Did he call them? Wouldn’t anyone? Never rash or re...

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