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Joy Wood

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2021

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Joy Wood

Submitted to Contest #100

The brussels sprouts were large, firm, and fresh. Melissa nearly squealed with delight when she saw them, with good reason. She had been to three grocery stores so far, and none of the previous brussels had passed her careful scrutiny. The first ones had been limp and nearly wilted. Those in the second batch had been far too small. But these - these were magnificent. Checking the time on her phone, Melissa realized she had been shopping for longer than she intended. She loaded the brussels sprouts into her basket and hurried to the cash re...

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Cross Country

Joy Wood

Submitted to Contest #98

“And that, class, is why we always wear our protective eyewear!”The class erupted in a round of applause as David Jones, high school science professor, took an impromptu bow. The mangled remains of a class project stood humbly in the deserted front row.After an anti-climactic cleanup, punctuated by the ringing of the final bell, David packed up his briefcase and headed for the door.“Mr. Jones!”David turned to find himself face-to-face with Jason, a bright sophomore who had started out the year quite shy but had, as of late, begun to come out...

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Farewell, Winston

Joy Wood

Submitted to Contest #89

“Mommy! Winston sleeping!” The words swim around in my head without meaning. Without warning, small fingers grip my eyelids and force them open. “Mommy, wake up! Winston sleeping!” “Winston...sleeping?” I repeat groggily, batting the offending hand away with one of my own. Suddenly, the words form clearly in my mind and I shoot forward, now wide awake. Jumping out of bed, I hurry to the living room. Charlie follows close behind me, giggling. At only three years old, she thinks we are playing a game. Crossing through the kitchen I s...

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