Linda Diaz

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2019

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“Chapter 1: Born Naked” by Linda Diaz

My mother had just died last week. We’d had a rocky relationship all of my life. I loved her but she found fault in nearly everything I did. My father and mother had met in college at OSU in the early 1950’s. My father was from Peru and studied agriculture to bring back advanced agricultural practices to help his country. He was extremely handsome and all the girls on campus were after him. My mother was a Physical Education major. She was a feisty 5’2” ball of energy. She met my father and was instantly attracted to him. They had a passiona...

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“Old Farley” by Linda Diaz

Submitted to Contest #53

It was so hot outside you could fry an egg on the side walk. Although it was hot, old Farley was grateful for this time of year. The sun’s rays warmed his bones. He could feel the warmth deep down in his soul. He loved the sun. He needed it to help him get through the winter’s cold. Without the summer sun warming up his core being he’d be in real danger of freezing this coming winter. You see, old Farley was homeless. He lived in a small homeless camp under the bridge along with five other hobos. He laughed to himself. Hobo, bum, good for no...

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“Baby Blue” by Linda Diaz

Submitted to Contest #52

I’d seen the signs of the snow storm coming home from work earlier that day. I’d grabbed a burger and fries at McDonalds and headed home. Something told me I should park my truck on the side of the street in front of my house just in case the storm got worse. I’d been listening to the radio on the drive home and the news said it was going to be a doozy. I’t had been a busy week. I‘d been living on fast food, too tired to shop after a full day of work. There was no food in the refrigerator and I didn‘t know if any stores were still open. I wa...

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Author bio

Born in Corvallis, Oregon and raised in several South American countries. I enjoy reading, writing and playing the Native American Flute. My short stories are a mixture of fiction and non-fiction. My motto: One good fantasy is worth a thousand lousy realities.