Kathleen March

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2020

Stories (203)

203 Stories

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“The Hole in the Ocean” by Kathleen March

Mara had always wished she could cross the Atlantic Ocean by land. People around her knew of this dream of hers. Most of them were convinced it was because she was a bit strange, and sometimes got very excited about going on what were always unrealistic adventures. Nobody had ever even thought about building a land connection between, say, Europe and the United States and Canada. As far as Mara was concer...

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“Adrift” by Kathleen March

Cora couldn’t believe she had finally done it! All her life she had dreamed about traveling through the famous Mediterranean. Not as a tourist, certainly not in a yacht or on a cruise ship. She simply wanted to traverse that body of water, accompanied by the two best books on the history of Mediterranean culture. She didn't know why she thought it was famous, except that so much had seemed to have happened there - battles, trade - and so much seemed to have been built there. Most of the Mediterranean was just a big ...

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“The Great Pretender” by Kathleen March

Dear World and House Out There That I’m Ashamed to Face: Oh-oh, yes I'm the great pretender Pretending that I'm doing well My need is such I pretend too much I'm lonely but no one can tell Some people think this song, one that's been running through my head for many years, was originally sung by Freddie Mercury. Not me. I had older c...

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“Behind the Wall” by Kathleen March

I own a solace shut within my heart, A garden full of many a quaint delight And warm with drowsy, poppied sunshine; bright, Flaming with lilies out of whose cups dart Shining things With powdered wings. ~ Amy Lowell, Behind a Wall I am a lover of poetry, but do not like every poet I...

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“Three Faces Have I” by Kathleen March

I pretend that I'm carefreeBut what am II pretend that I'm carefreeBut I'm living a lieTwo faces have IOne to laugh and one to cryTwo faces have IOne to laugh and one to cry ~ Lou Christie1.We haven't spoken for over five decades. You hurt me terribly because you did what you did and just walk...

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“I Think We’re Alone Now” by Kathleen March

Amazing! Alone in her bedsit with Ruth, Lavinia was ecstatic. She caresses the hard-covered book bound in red. She runs her hand along sheets of paper and down two pens, one with real ink. She's glad she got a nice bottle of Albariño and a few other things that would be perfect supper, so she could eat while working. It had been a while since they had been...

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“I and You Are We” by Kathleen March

Buffalo gals won't you come out tonight Come out tonight, come out tonight Buffalo gals won't you come out tonight And dance by the light of the moon (Old minstrel song, perhaps) Pilar and Lavinia are in O Toural, a central yet free-flowing litttle plaza in Santiago de Compostela. They have been discussing the new ...

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“Can You See What I See?” by Kathleen March

How much better is silence; the coffee cup, the table. How much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that opens its wings on the stake. Let me sit here forever with bare things, this coffee cup, this knife, this fork, things in themselves, myself being myself. – Virginia Wolf, The Waves “I’m indecisive because I see eight sides to everything.”

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“Traces” by Kathleen March

Faded photographs, covered now with lines and creases… ~ Classics IV, “Traces” (1969) Mara was surprised when the words from that old song popped into her head. She was surprised in part because she was looking, not at a set of photographs, but at just one photograph. She thought momentarily about the difference, and concluded there was one and that it ...

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“Intertwined, Interlaced, Interlocking” by Kathleen March

For a while now she had been noticing that the same object or phrase had been recurring. At first it hadn't bothered her, but gradually it had become almost annoying. It was annoying because she wasn't able to explain it. Why would things that were somehow tied together be popping up in her life now? Just thinking about the coincidental appearances gave her goosebumps. (It wasn't a term she liked, but the truth was she felt her skin crawl. Her shoulders shivered, in the way they had when her grandmother...

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“Stand Still So I Can Look at You” by Kathleen March

It was while she was working on her sabbatical research in the medieval city of Santiago de Compostela. Just for the record, the city was originally - some say - Compostela de Santiago. However, the history of the place can be left for another time. It would be necessary to discuss the true meaning of that special word ‘Compostela’ and the true story behind how the Apostle Saint James made his way to Galician shores in a...

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“Daisy Chain” by Kathleen March

Human nature is potentially aggressive and destructive and potentially orderly and constructive. ~ Margaret Mead Lara was going through some old high school and college work. She was wary of getting them out because they always created a mixture of emotions. “That was so long ago.” It was, in more ways than one. ...

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“Three's The Charm” by Kathleen March

When you were growing up, did your mother or father call you to do something but you were too absorbed in doing something of your own? Not ignoring them, just really caught up in your moment? Concentration is a powerful thing. My mother would often call me to come to supper. After lunch I would often spend hours doing the same thing. I frequently didn’t hear her call me, but that didn't mean I was asleep....

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“I Know, Mom” by Kathleen March

Mom repeats herself a lot nowadays. She repeats herself too much now, in my opinion. It’s sad, really, how she repeats herself now. She didn’t used to do it so much. Or is that use to? Well, anyway, Mom has gotten into a bad habit. Or maybe there's another reason. Maybe she can't help herself. How do I do this? Mom asks. She asks for instructions all the time, it seems. Often s...

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“Time After Time” by Kathleen March

Lying in my bed, I hear the clock tick and think of you ~ Cyndi Lauper The song came on the radio. It was old, but not that old. I wonder where the singer is nowadays? She had a fun voice and catchy tunes that told gritty stories. I wish I had copper hair. The s...

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Author bio

Kathleen March Educator and reader. Lover of words, animals, nature. Artist and translator. I am not on Reedsy to collect points. I am here to read and be read. Sorry I haven’t been as communicative lately. Life is complex. I will try to catch up. If you want me to comment on your work, I am happy to do so. I will be honest! After all, I taught literature forever. Please don't turn this into a numbers game. Write your heart out.