Leah Haberman

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2023

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Heads or Tails” by Leah Haberman

I’m going to be late…again. It’s not my fault though. It’s out of my control. The subway blurs by me. It rumbles away towards my job interview without me on it. I see the confused face of someone watching me. They’d been on the platform with me. A second more and they’re gone. Sometimes I wonder how many of the same strangers you see but never remember. I wonder if anyone is remembering me. Another five minutes pass before another subway rolls into the station. I take the coin and give my options. If it lands on heads...

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“Pride's Pioneers” by Leah Haberman

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #204

No one was worried at first. The minivan lulled them into a false sense of security. Normal has a certain taste and color. It's a perfume that lingers. The neighbors sniffed at the air. The house looked the same as everyone else’s. The beauty of the homeowner’s association’s iron fist over the subdivision. The tan porches blurred into eggshell garages that contrasted subtly with the off-white of the doors. All with more pigment than the residents of the community. The woman carrying the boxes into the home had a few tattoos on her ...

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“The Grind (Coffee and Otherwise)” by Leah Haberman

Submitted to Contest #201

The owner refuses to put any signs out. He wants everyone to be a regular, committed to finding really good coffee which I guess is cool and all. It means lots of regulars, familiar faces, and consistent orders. It also means fewer tips. Alas. Mega-lawyer man, also known as Alex, comes in at 6:45 every morning. He’s fully presentable which should be a crime at this time of day. Today he’s wearing a light gray suit and blue undershirt. The last time I wore a suit was to my cousin’s funeral. That one I borrowed from a friend so it did...

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“The Weight of Words” by Leah Haberman

Submitted to Contest #200

Eyes carry weight. It is a matter of degrees, of course. A glance feels light on your skin, only a prickle to indicate someone is looking at you. A glare, on the other hand, carries weight. A glare lands on your skin and sinks into your bones. You feel a glare throughout your body. I’m sure some people handle the weight better. I’m sure those who are used to people’s pointed, unapologetic glares can still walk with their heads held high and their nervous systems intact. I am not one of those people, and with all these eyes on me, I am out of...

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Author bio

Law student who misses writing fluff and fun! 25, queer, jewish, lives in New York City!

Shortlisted 1 story ⭐️

Contest #204

Pride's Pioneers – read story