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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2021
βI want to tell you about the riverβ¦β the email starts and I hurry to delete it. They come irregularly now, every other week or month, making it all the more tempting to open and find out what you have to say this time. If it is any different than what youβve already said. I used to read everything in the beginning: the daily messages, the emails which popped up every other day, the occasional paper letter you slipped into my postbox without an envelope, letting me know you knew where I lived. Some were lyrical essays about nature and loneli...
Submitted to Contest #119
On a cold November morning a beaten down Fiat snaked its way down a dirt road on the coast of the Black Sea. Every so often the car front dipped into a puddle and then bounced back up sprayed with mud. It had rained the night before and the water had hollowed out the ruts and grooves into large craters filled with brownish brew. After much jolting and shaking the little Fiat turned the corner onto a section of smooth asphalt and stopped. A wide metal gate blocked its way. The car stood in front of it with the motor running and when nothing h...
Submitted to Contest #115
"No, mum, there is one with a bird and one in a blue package, I don't see one with a cup on it," I say. I have been walking the aisle of the local supermarket for ten minutes now, trying and failing to find what my mother called 'the only decent espresso here'. I hear her sigh on the other side of the line. "No, no, it has to be there," she says in a dramatic voice, "show me the shelf." It's my turn to sigh. I switch to video call and my mother's impatient face pops up on the screen. She has the habit of holding her phone too close, ...
Submitted to Contest #113
It happened in the middle of a hiking trip. Gem was pregnant, which in hindsight should have been her first clue. She dragged the weight of her belly up a mountain and a man, Geoff, carried her rucksack. He was dark and skinny, and his face was oddly asymetrical, as if the halves of two different faces had been stiched together. Gem had dated him for some time a few years back but they had lost touch afterwards. As she walked the narow path behind him, she tried to remember how they had ended up on this trip together. Had he looked as strang...
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