John Larson

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2021

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“A Significant Factor” by John Larson

Submitted to Contest #102

We played the game in the park a couple blocks from the neighborhood.  The field was ringed with trees, but the trees were far enough away from the playing field itself that they were not a factor in the game. Bryant used to say stupid things like that. It’s not a factor in the game, he would say, or It’s going to be a significant factor in this game, like he was a football broadcaster on TV. It’s a stupid park football game, Miles would say, then shake his head resignedly when Bryant gave him some stemwinder of an e...

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“Black Fedora” by John Larson

Submitted to Contest #101

The mirror was hung on a wall in the airport frequent flyer lounge. It appeared suddenly, like someone just found it in the back room and decided to hang it. Before that, the space on the wall where it hangs was just empty. I have no idea how the mirror got there, but I can tell you it doesn’t belong. The airline has a standard décor for their airline lounges, and it does not include a mirror. If you go to enough of them in different cities, you start to notice that it’s the same photographs hanging on the wall and t...

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“Big Chunk Soup” by John Larson

Submitted to Contest #100

   There was nothing Lester liked better than a bowl of big chunk soup at the end of a long day in the yard. Lester and the crew would walk into the yard at six most mornings, and we would be there till at least six at night.     “Busy day today”, he would always say when he came back inside. “Me and the crew are starved! We need some of that big chunk soup!” He would slap me on the back as I filled up his bowl. The smell and ultimately the taste of the food made the day seem better and ...

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“Carrying The Fire” by John Larson

Submitted to Contest #99

Aron carries a backpack through the forest. He turns and looks at the empty hillside behind him. He can’t see anyone, but he can hear his pursuers, rattling through the brush sounding like dice in a cup. It’s a continual rattle-rattle-rattle, and that’s because there are a lot of them moving through the dense scrub pines that dot the hilly landscape he has spent all day crossing. He hears the baying of a dog, then as the pursuers draw closer, he can hear more dogs baying. And where that rattle-rattle once echoed rand...

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