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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2021
Eleven more days. Eleven more hot summer days left of freedom. I sigh in delight. Angelic beams of sunlight are washing in through small gaps in the curtains. I throw my blanket off me in a hurry to the windows and shove the curtains aside. I instantly cringe away and frown. In my hurry, I forgot that light is not so kind to your eyes. I rub my eyes and blink a few times before looking around in my room. Black splotches follow my eyes as they move over my wooden furniture and finally rest on a great ball of fur next to my bed. I squint my ey...
As I am looking through my open window, I see the cloudless sky above me streaked with sunlight. It reminds me of a simpler time. It reminds me of a time where I was not alone. A time where my loving wife was still here by my side. As I sit back down on the little table, perfect for two, I look at the opposite seat. On a morning like this, I would have been having breakfast next to our flower patch with her. Her musical laughs would have made my day and her smiles would have melted my heart, but now I am here, inside and alone, sipping on a ...
Tick. Tick. Tick. The ticking of my ring against the table is the only sound in the dimly lit room. My own reflection is staring back at me in the mirror, my wild mane of hair almost covering the eyes that contain enough anger to kill a man with a simple penetrating stare. Tick. Tick. Tick. The dark grey walls surrounding me are soundproofed. I am sure that if a human would be sitting in my place, he would hear nothing of what was going on outside this room. I, on the contrary, have good enough hearing to know the police station I am in is i...
Submitted to Contest #110
"We have plenty of time," Jason said nonchalantly. Ellie’s gaze immediately turned to her other friend Lisa, fearful of what her response was going to be. Lisa’s dark grey eyes turned to him. “Are you kidding?” She almost yelled at him. “We have to be out in five minutes or we won’t make it!” She quickly resumed packing her belongings into her duffel bag. Ellie knew she could trust Lisa. She had been protecting them for so long, Ellie couldn’t even remember a time without Lisa in her life. ...
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