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Kenneth Goldman

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2021

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The Devil and Myron Rabinowitz

Submitted to Contest #299

THE DEVIL AND MYRON RABINOWITZ There had to have been a mistake. Here stood Myron Rabinowitz at the gateway to Hell wearing an old flannel shirt Edna had purchased for him at Wal-Mart, and he had not even had his morning gargle-and-spit. The last thing he remembered was stepping out for half a dozen poppyseed bagels and a quarter pound of lox at Rosenblatt’s Deli, the one advertised on the Kosher Cable Network as “A Taste of Tel-Aviv in Your Mouth.” But he had not wound up at the Deli, unless Abe Rosenblatt had changed the sign in front of ...

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Lunchtime At The Justice Cafe

Submitted to Contest #287

Roger McAllister glanced at the name tag of the waitress behind the counter, and after taking another look at the patrons seated in the diner he knew he had to ask. His two minutes inside the roadside grease-pit had shown him there was something mighty strange about this place. “So how’d this town ever get a name like ‘Justice,’ Maureen?” he began, knowing that any salesman worth his spit always started with the familiarities and small talk, then built from there. The waitress set his coffee and chili before him without the customary ...

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A Pet Shop Parable

Submitted to Contest #283

    “How much is that doggie in the window?     The one with the waggly tail . . .?”                      -- Hit Song by Patti Page (1953)A Madison Avenue executive might have called it a Kodak Moment. Maybe a song lyricist would have chronicled the instant with ‘These Are The Times of Your Life.’ The boy-and-his-dog event was pure Americana, and his interaction with the coal black te...

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Lunchtime at The Justice Cafe

Submitted to Contest #250

Roger McAllister glanced at the name tag of the waitress behind the counter, and after taking another look at the patrons seated in the diner he knew he had to ask. His two minutes inside the roadside grease-pit had shown him there was something mighty strange about this place. “So how’d this town ever get a name like ‘Justice,’ Maureen?” he began, knowing that any salesman worth his spit always started with the familiarities and small talk, then built from there. The waitress set his coffee and chili before him without the customary ...

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Michael J. Fox Killed My Hamster

Submitted to Contest #241

Run, Caesar, run! The little guy sure could get that wheel spinning. My shrink says I have a pretty active imagination because I free associate a lot. See, when I let my mind drift I lose my focus. It doesn’t mean I’m stupid or anything, and it doesn’t mean I’m mental either. It’s like I float away somewhere and then all this confusing shit inside my head happens. He tells me I’m only imagining all these terrible things people are thinking about me but I’m not so sure. I pretend to listen when my therapist talks but I don’t always because, ...

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Swing A Sparrow On A String

Submitted to Contest #219

Angela opened her eyes to a new day not knowing if it were morning. There were no windows in her room, and it could have been the middle of the afternoon, or even midnight. She heard no sounds except her own breathing, and when she awoke she inhaled and exhaled heavily, as if she had just completed a marathon race instead of having slept for hours. Perhaps she had slept for days. She had stopped wondering about time months ago. Now she simply slept for as long as she was able, then stayed awake for as long as was necessary. She knew she w...

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Over Easy

Submitted to Contest #208

       OVER EASY                                            by                                  &nb...

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Chance Of Rain

Submitted to Contest #160

Josephine felt certain her date was going to kiss her. A light drizzle thumped on the convertible’s rag top, and “Little Darlin’” by The Diamonds had just come on the radio. The music sounded tinny from the speaker of Warren’s new ‘57 Chevy, but accompanied by the rain drops it would do just fine for background. 

Warren had that sheepish look a boy always gets in his eyes when he’s about to do something both daring and foolish, as if he were preparing for a swan dive into waters of uncertain depth. Clearly he was weighing the consequences ...

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Pandemic

Submitted to Contest #150

Compu-Net Telecommunications Systems Time : 6/30 4:26 p.m. To : All my personal friends and their personal computers From : The Bug Subject : Floppy birthday, America Hi there, PC freaks. Here I am on-line again to remind you I’ll be coming at you with the Freedom Virus on July 4th, just in time for barbecue. Call it my Declaration of Independence, because I intend to liberate every PC on both sides of the ...

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Magic Bags And Forgotten Princesses

MAGIC BAGS AND FORGOTTEN PRINCESSES                    by                Ken Goldman                                             &n...

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As Nature Intended

Submitted to Contest #134

      As Nature Intended                                    by                               Ken Goldman Geoffrey’s ultimate decision felt right. He had to smile whi...

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Night Secrets

Submitted to Contest #92

The girl seemed invisible in the shadows of the rain swept sidewalks, and only the sharp click-click-click of her heels against the concrete revealed she was there at all. The silken raven hair and ass-tugging black skirt transformed her into the night’s sister as she sought the storefront shadows and the comfort offered there. Others were out tonight who dressed as she did, but their bodies belonged to the men who could afford to purchase them. She was not like these women. With movements barely suggesting motion she drew nearer the neon s...

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Another Day on The Park

A young mother pushing a baby carriage on a warm spring day. . . Inside the small buggy an adorable infant dressed in blue, gurgling with delight . . . Impossible not to feel your heart grow warm at the sight. Impossible not to feel your lips curl into a smile seeing it. And impossible for a total stranger not to notice the young woman’s absolute joy and to make conversation with her.  The elderly woman could not resist. She seemed the very embodiment of a Norman Rockwell grandmother, the 'nana' all kids want not...

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I Love You, Toby Fishbein

Submitted to Contest #81

      I Love You, Toby Fishbein                                   by                               Ken Goldman Toby Fishbein? Yes, I remember her, even after all these ye...

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Death Bed Scene

Submitted to Contest #79

Kenneth C. Goldman                             One-Time/Reprint Rights 1700 Oakwood Terrace, Apt. 3-G      ©2018, Ken Goldman Narberth, PA 19072                              Approx. 2147 words 215-208-6384 e-mail : KGOL99192...

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