Kathleen March

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2020

Stories (203)

203 Stories

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“Coruña Blues” by Kathleen March

She had walked all over the city of A Coruña, or so it seemed. The population of nearly a quarter of a million was rather daunting because she’d grown up in a small town. You know that old saying, you can take the girl out of the country, but you can’t take the country out of the girl. She always preferred to travel anonymously and walk the streets where she was without being forced to ask for directions. That meant she ...

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“Stumbling and Falling” by Kathleen March

This is my story about another story. If I get the two stories and their dogs confused, I hope you will forgive me. I’m getting along in years. Maybe there are more than two stories, too, which could be a problem when trying to tell which is which. Perhaps you can help me. I’m not even sure how many dogs are involved. Rusty, the Story of a Dog. That’s the title I remember. I kno...

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“After Hours” by Kathleen March

It was one of those Santiago nights, meaning it was after ten and people were getting up from the supper table. Some would even have washed up the dishes already. Others, a few, would have set out for their favorite mingling spots, armed with sturdy umbrellas. The umbrellas had to be sturdy because when it rained, it could really pour, and then even more terms in the ancient Galician language would appear on the stones, ...

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“Black Walnut” by Kathleen March

There is, I am, a Black Walnut tree. in a small town in an eastern state, one whose name you don't need to know. I suspect I have been largely forgotten, but I am not quite correct in that suspicion because there is still one more who might remember. One other being who once leaned against my rough bark and clutched my fruit and leaves in her hands, breathing in. When the one who still remembers was still...

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“Neither Lowly Nor Humble” by Kathleen March

I hope you are ready to hear the story of an endangered species. I hope so, because it's my story and I really want to tell it. People need to know about me. Furbish’s lousewort - in Latin, Pedicularis furbishiae, here to tell my story. I may not be beautiful, but I am Maine’s only endangered plant. Other plants may be threatened, but I am the one who is teetering on the edge. Ple...

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“What’s in a Word?” by Kathleen March

Looking back now, I think I’ve taken two leaps of faith in my life. One of them may have been a good decision, but it also could have been a huge mistake. It is still not clear to me whether life would have been better had I not taken that dive into the abyss that lay before me back then. It’s not something I’m in the mood to discuss, though, so we’ll move on to the other time I risked everything. It wasn’t immediately c...

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“The End.” by Kathleen March

It’s not unusual for stories to start at the end, you know. It’s fairly common, in fact, for detective novels to begin after a crime has been committed. Yes, I know it’s not the real end of the story, because that comes when the crime is solved, right? Still, the discovery of the crime aka murder does trigger the image of a life that is over. The whole novel then consists of the tracking down of the elements leading to t...

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“The Names of the Game” by Kathleen March

Just to make things clear: I do not tell the truth. Not now, anyway. I am unable to. If you run into me somewhere, just be aware of this: I will lie to you. Don't take it personally, please. I wasn’t always a liar, you know. Well, maybe you don't know, but I'm telling you lying's not my style, so you'll probably believe me. Probably. Most people are incapable of admitting they are megalo...

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“If Imps Ruled the World” by Kathleen March

Once there was a writer named Rafael Dieste, who was born in Rianxo in 1899. It's all right if you don't know or care where Rianxo is, but believe me, it's a nice little fishing village on the eastern Atlantic shore. Several really important writers were born there, so there must be something in the water.Dieste, whose mother was from Uruguay but with family from Brazil and Portugal, ran into some serious difficulties when the civil war began in 1936, but he managed to survive. What is relevant here, however, is one of h...

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“The Names of the Rose” by Kathleen March

No le toquéis ya más, que así es la rosa(Don't touch it any more; that's what the rose is like.)Juan Ramón JiménezA Rose is a Rose is a Rose.Gertrude Stein

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“Spring’s Light” by Kathleen March

The other day I happened to be home, inside my house and probably caught up in some art project, when I began thinking that something rather odd was occurring. Something had moved, or gotten louder. Something had gotten bigger, or had shrunk. Somebody across the street had finally taken their holiday lights down. I didn't have a clue, really. The only thing I sensed was that it just wasn’t the same as the previous week. Of that I was more than sure, however. Something out there was different.Still,...

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“The Spinners” by Kathleen March

Prologue This is a story that takes place in the same building. It isn’t a terribly ancient building, only about four hundred years old, but you should know that the story has several parts and a lot of years in between them. You know, sometimes it’s the place that counts, sometimes it's the people. Other times, it’s what the people do. Maybe less often it’s the ideas they had which are so important. You ...

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“San Pedro” by Kathleen March

INTRODUCTIONI have to write a paper for my Communications 201 class. The first part of the paper is supposed to be about someone who is fighting to change their city neighborhood for the better. The second part is about a person who is trying to keep the neighborhood from changing.Nothing in the professor's instructions indicates whether the paper should study two separate neighborhoods or whether it could be the same one, and residents are clashing over the proposals. "Just ...

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“The Things About This City...” by Kathleen March

“That’s the thing about this city…” Meaning, this city isn’t particularly evil, or glorious, by nature. It is unforgettable, but hold on a moment, you need to find the right way to avoid forgetting it. This is extremely important because you have to avoid the forgetting. Trust me. This city does not take to being forgotten. Do not get me wrong. If you have come here and stayed fo...

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“Rain Date” by Kathleen March

Today is yesterday and will be tomorrow. Who said that? Macbeth, methinks. Or Vonnegut, maybe. I cannot tell them apart. It is not my fault. What beckons, confuses. This pool of blue. These azure pools. They would be alluring, were they not everlasting. Overshadowing. This cloud of gray. These drifting flocks and flecks of silver.

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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.