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Kristi Montgomery

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2023

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A Rainy Day

Kristi Montgomery

What’s that sound? Thunderous, but pleasing, almost calming. It’s rain! I’d almost forgotten what rain sounded like against a tin roof. How could I have forgotten one of my favorite childhood sounds? As much as I’d love to stay in bed, pull the covers over my head, and listen to the sound of the rain, my alarm had already blared, letting me know it was time to start this day. Downstairs, the coffeepot was sending the nutty aroma of freshly brewed coffee my way. Programmable coffeepots are such a wonderful invention! I should have...

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What Was I Thinking?

Kristi Montgomery

Day One: When did grocery prices get so high? I don’t remember the last time I spent so much money at the grocery store. I’m not even sure I got everything I really need. It was a wild-hair trip; I didn’t even take a list. I need to prepare better if I’m going to succeed with this cooking-at-home thing. I don’t know what I was thinking. There’s food in the kitchen now; it’s up to me to prepare it. I can do this, right? Day Two: I will take stock of what I bought yesterday and make a plan. I’m going to see exactly how much money I save by ...

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Tradition

Kristi Montgomery

Tradition. In the deep South, every New Year is greeted with tradition. This one was no different. Sometimes, though, Chelsea wanted to run as far as she could from tradition. It was old-fashioned and tiresome. Chelsea was not a party animal, so she didn't ring in the New Year with friends at the bar, staying until midnight and waiting for the champagne toast. She wasn't exactly a homebody either. In fact, when the holidays came around, she would rather be just about anywhere than home. Home was where she felt like a huge disappointment ...

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Just A Glass

Kristi Montgomery

*Trigger warning: portions of this story reference verbal and physical abuse/ domestic violence* The glass shattered as soon as it hit the floor. “Mom! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to!” Lacey didn’t hear the words. All she could hear was shattering glass. She braced for the smack that she knew she would feel. It always came fast when she broke something. So, she had learned never to break anything. She wanted to hide. The harvest gold stove was between her and her bedroom. Lacey hated this kitchen—the harvest gold appliances, the yellow coun...

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Journey to Thanksgiving

Kristi Montgomery

Submitted to Contest #224

The shrill ring of the alarm of the old-fashioned clock on the bedside table pierced the darkness. Kasey rolled over, stopped the alarm, and saw that it was 3 am. Normally, this hateful hour was reserved for a handful of people in the community, but today, Kasey was joining their ranks. Jumping out of bed, Kasey stumbled into the adjoining bathroom to grab a quick shower. Thankfully, she could smell the pungent aroma of her morning salvation already brewing. She said a quick prayer of thanks for whoever invented the programmable coffee maker...

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It's MY House

Kristi Montgomery

Submitted to Contest #221

Was that the screen door slamming? It had to be. That sound is unmistakable. There was the characteristic squeak just before I heard the bang of the wood clapping against the door facing. The sound could only mean one thing. Someone is here to look at the house again. When will they learn this is MY house, and I don’t want just anyone else to live here? I’ve been here for over a hundred years, and I have no intention of leaving any time soon. Besides, no one else will share my vision for the place. I took painstaking care with furniture pl...

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Baking with Grandmommy

Kristi Montgomery

Submitted to Contest #220

Cinnamon and nutmeg permeate the air. As soon as I get out of the car I know Grandmommy already has the pumpkin pies in the oven. She always starts with them because they take the longest to bake and the longest to cool. I love that smell! Baking day is my favorite day. The first Saturday in November we meet at Grandmommy’s to bake all the fall goodies for the upcoming family gatherings. Some of them will be frozen for Thanksgiving and maybe Christmas, but some of them we get to eat today. The list of goodies is long. We’ve been working on...

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