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Kathleen March

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2020

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Go Fish

Part 1The photographer captured an image that had something unexplainable about it. There was nothing special about the people (two of them) who were the focus of the camera’s eye. They were neither attractive nor unattractive and were in an outdoor space that had nothing spectacular about it. However, the photograph took on meanings nobody at the time could define. Maybe if we back up and take this step by step we can figure out what makes the people and the place so unique, so inexplicable. Inexplicable because it had survived threats to i...

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Ashes to Ashes

My homework was to do an analysis - any trusted literary theory was acceptable - of a poem or short story about either being an underdog or making a comeback. I didn’t think these two themes were all that related. Think about it. Underdog refers to a sports match or athletic event of some sort, where one side is thought to be a long shot for winning the competition. A comeback can refer to a performer - actor, musician - who is successful in returning to the limelight after a period of absence. The underdog is constantly competing with a sup...

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Words hurt

She was starting to feel desperate. Not only was she running out of time, but nobody would believe her. That was the reason she was running out of time: she'd put too much faith in the opinions of others and those opinions had undermined her own reasoning. Nevertheless, every time someone had objected to her ideas, some with minor reticence and others laughing out loud at her, she had gone back to the drawing board. She was not going to let a little rejection get the best of her, but it was so, so hard. Now there was only a week left to...

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The Walrus

I am he As you are he As you are me And we are all togetherSee how they run, Like pigs from a gun, See how they fly. I'm crying.~ The BeatlesRough diamonds may sometimes be mistaken for worthless pebbles. ~ Thomas Browne Seldom, very seldom, does complete truth belong to any human disclosure; seldom can it happen that something is not a little disguised, or a little mistaken. ~ Jane Austen Lavinia knew there was trouble ahead for her in Compostela. She had tried so hard to fit in, to keep from speaking when it wasn't necessary, and to refra...

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Home Is

"I wish we could stay here forever." ~ AnonymousHmmm. Wonder who wrote that? Wonder where 'here' is? Wonder who 'we' are? Are they lovers, an old married couple - who could also be lovers, when you think about it, and they must have been lovers once or they wouldn't have gotten married. Are they more than a couple, say, a family? All the same sex or a mixture? The same age or far apart in years? Something else puzzles me about these seven words, but I can't quite figure it out.This was the land's end: the last fingers, knuckled and rheumatic...

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Hot time (L2.18)

Lavinia looked up from the screen of her laptop, moved her head from side to side as she rubbed it with her right hand, leaving her left hand still an inch above the keyboard, as if she intended to go on writing with it. After she had massaged her neck enough, she lowered her right hand, shifted her weight slightly, then sighed, renewed the look of concentration on her face, then continued typing, slowly, one word at a time, as if determined to finish her task. It could have been me there in Lavinia’s place, and in a way it was, because I’m ...

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A biblioteca secreta (L 2..17)

Lavinia certainly hadn't forgotten about the secret library, known to her simply as a nosa biblioteca, 'our library'. However, she hadn't been able to return for several weeks. One reason was that she had been drawn by numerous threads of her research on Ruth Matilda Anderson, the photographer who had traveled to Galicia five times before the Spanish Civil War. She'd given up on tracing all of Ruth's routes, but had gone to a number of villages, towns, and cities. That had not been either a fruitful or a satisfying endeavor. She guessed the ...

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Want to play checkers?

My grandfather was not a nice man. That’s how I felt about him, honest to God. He was on the short side of tall, thin, a head of wavy hair he seemed quite proud of, from the way he combed it. At some point, that head of hair turned white, and I personally never saw him with any other color. With the years, he became quite gaunt, and though it’s hard to describe, his body also seemed to turn wavy, I mean, his shoulders turned forward, his back arched a bit, and his hips were set forward. Usually his clothes fit well and were always formal. He...

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Here

Here I am.I am always here.I am here even if nobody notices.Even if nobody cares.I am where I’m supposed to be.I am here. I read those phrases over and over. I copied them and reread them. They were always in the same place, which is where they were meant to be. I was not worried, since after so many years I felt they had no place else to go or to be. Still, I wanted to know why those words seemed so settled when my thoughts were not.  My thoughts were scattered like common pins when you knock their box off the edge of the table and the...

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ArtVan

Author’s First Note to Readers and Other Characters: The title of this story was taken from a group in Crossroads, Maine. The group… I didn’t want to seem to be plagiarizing their name, but rather am paying tribute to them for inspiring an interest in art among young people. Who can criticize what they do?  Their website says: “A Mobile Art Therapy Nonprofit in Maine. Established in 2004, ArtVan offers a safe, feedback-oriented environment for youth ages 3 to 17 and adults who may benefit from strengths-based art therapy. At no cost to&...

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Lewis

The day had been windy, whipping her scarf out behind her and making her wish she’d worn gloves. She hurried to get her errands done, running ahead of the cool gusts to enter stores. Finally, one long swath of air chased her back to her car and she headed home to work on the paper due for Creative Writing in three days. The paper was supposed to include the weather as an important element of the story. It was also supposed to include something from childhood; anything- a toy, a person, a pet. She’d been working on the theme for several days,...

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No Words

“I can’t say it.”That was what I knew, so it was what I thought and what I said.Because I couldn’t say it.We all have secrets, don’t we? Sometimes our secrets are silly and hardly deserve keeping. Sometimes they need to be concealed, because we think there will be consequences if they are revealed. Secrets have always been the stuff of fiction and poetry and they do have their justification. However, sometimes secrets can be dangerous, because they corrode from the inside out and when we realize that has happened, it may be too late. The dam...

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Dog Eat Dog*

“A cynical person has a bleak outlook about others, always imagining that people are ruled by their worst instincts.” [https://www.vocabulary.com/dictionary/cynical] 1. ADJECTIVEIf you describe someone as cynical, you mean they believe that people always act selfishly. Synonyms: sceptical, mocking, ironic, sneering  2. ADJECTIVEIf you are cynical about something, you do not believe that it can be successful or that the people involved are honest. Synonyms: unbelieving, sceptical, disillusioned, pessimistic  [https://www....

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Both sides now

If you’re feeling nostalgic about your past, I can understand that, but your feelings probably mean you’ve got something worth missing. Or something worth reliving, which you wish you could do. Maybe it’s an idyllic childhood, or something you believe was good, something you’d like to experience again, some happy moments or a relationship that was worth its weight in gold. Really? Who has things like that to remember and - much worse - to relive? Not me, that’s for sure. Actually, I think nostalgia is very overrated. People want to think t...

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Turn, turn, turn

She appeared out of nowhere, saying nothing at first, but then made gestures for me to come closer. I wasn’t afraid, although perhaps I should have been. She didn’t resemble anyone I’d ever seen before, however, so it was hard to tell if she was a fairy godmother (a character only for children), a genie, a leprechaun (highly unlikely because I’m not Irish, plus I don’t believe in them), or a moura. A moura is a being from Galician mythology and might very well exist, so I think the figure that stood before me is likely to be a moura, whose i...

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