Linda Peterson

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2019

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“The Christmas That Wasn't” by Linda Peterson

Submitted to Contest #178

The Christmas That Wasn't Most of us eight Monnahan sisters had always gathered to celebrate Christmas. For more than sixty-five years, we gathered. Our oldest sister, Jerri, had always participated marginally until later years when she became more interested. First, for several years, laden with bundles of presents for the gift exchange, as well as food for the feast, and families in tow, the olde...

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“Tooting My Own Horn” by Linda Peterson

Submitted to Contest #26

"Guess what, Mom!" I exclaimed as I came in the door fromschool. "I passed the test to get into band today. Mr. Walheimsaid I missed only one question. He said I can join band! He e-ven said I can play trumpet!" "That's nice, honey," Mom replied, "But we'll have to see."Even as she said this, I'm sure she was thinking, "Only by somemiracle!" One very big obstacle stood between me and band. It wasspelled M-O-N-E Y, or more exactly , lack of it. My widowed,diabetic...

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“A Clearer Path” by Linda Peterson

Submitted to Contest #25

"This year," Carly resolved, "I'm going to de-clutter this house. Go through the place,top to bottom. Rid myself ofall the junk! " This was going to be a monumental task. She'd been a pack rat for as long as she could remember. From the rockcollection in her grade school desk to her many present daycollections all these years later. She had a problem getting

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“Over the Freeway and Through the Snow” by Linda Peterson

Submitted to Contest #23

Over the Freeway and Through the Snow And they were off! After no small amount of persuasion on the parents' art, the Osterheims were finally headed to Becky's parents' golden anniversary celebration. Leaving their home in Papillion, Nebraska early on the Friday before New Years, they hoped to arrive at their motel in Albert Lea, Minnesota plenty in advance of the celebration on Saturdayafternoon. Hopefully, they would be ahead of the holiday and week-end rushes. "...

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“Stranger at the Door” by Linda Peterson

Submitted to Contest #21

Just as I was putting the finishing touches on my Christmas decorations, I heard the doorbell ring. Who would be coming at this time of day?, I mused. It wasnearly seven o'clock on a Friday night. I didn't expect com-pany for at least another hour or two. It seemed to me there were always fewer hours to accomp-lish the holiday shopping, baking, cleaning and other tasks accu-mulating than there were hours to do them, especially, now thatthis year,it was our turn to host the O'Brien ...

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