Lindsay Flo

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2022

Stories (25)

25 Stories

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“Just A Few More Things” by Lindsay Flo

Submitted to Contest #260

My father has been talking to me a lot lately. Of course, he is a quintessential conversationalist—no mundane chats for him. He isn’t one to participate in the banal back-and-forth about the weather, or the economy, unless there’s something exciting to discuss. A tornado coming, perhaps. A stock market drop. Not that all his talking points are intense either, although lately they have been. Lately, his words come in written form, as if he can’t bear to wait until we are together to say what’s on his mind. His thoughts pour into emails and te...

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“The Prophecy” by Lindsay Flo

Submitted to Contest #258

The prophecy began with a single photograph crammed amongst dozens in a shoebox, their corners bent and frayed. At the time, it seemed like a random choice for my little hand to grasp just that one, the photo of the plane. Later, I would know it was not. I was 8 years old and my mother’s companion for her favorite hobby: thrifting. Long before it was trendy, my mother loved to climb into our 1970 Pontiac Lemans, jetting off to neighboring towns in search of “treasures”. Yard sales, estate sales, and her favorite—thrift stores—were on the age...

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“The Storyteller” by Lindsay Flo

Submitted to Contest #251

The soft thumping as Ramona ran her fingers over the book spines sparked an oddly satisfying feeling. She turned slowly, her eyes climbing the never-ending shelves. They seemed to reach the sky and beyond, as if there were no ceiling in this library. Or was it a bookstore? Try as she might, she couldn’t quite focus her eyes well enough to tell. “Am I dreaming?” Ramona asked out loud, to no one in particular. She’d heard about this phenomenon…realizing you were in a dream, and thus being able to control it. What fun! She took in the space aro...

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“Mate For Life” by Lindsay Flo

Submitted to Contest #235

I tell Emily we’re going to run because I don’t know what else to do. Her dark eyes grow wide, because she thinks we’re going for a jog, which usually means a visit to the park. I know she doesn’t really understand half of what I say to her, but she’s the only one left to talk to. Living in this house has become like living in a mausoleum. Or worse—a silent house of horrors. He barely talks to anyone, and...

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“Svalbard ” by Lindsay Flo

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #232

In the summer its Midnight Sun, but in the winter its Polar Night. Two months of darkness! That was David’s way of introducing me to Svalbard.My pre-teen relocation to northern Virginia from Florida had never quite settled in me, both socially and meteorologically. On snow days, when my friends were gleeful with plans to meet at the park to sled, I would opt out for reasons of awkwardness, but mostly: it was too cold. As an adult, I hated the darkness of winter, and I hated driving in precarious weather, and I h...

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“The Art of Perfecting Ghost Skills” by Lindsay Flo

Submitted to Contest #221

For years, the house had had a secret room, and Justine was the only one who knew it existed anymore. It was maddening, to say the least. A century (had it been more?) yet no one had discovered it. Or her. Justine’s father added the room in the 1920s, a few years before the big crash when everything went south. Her mother, Claire, was a nervous type and the room was meant to be a haven, a quiet sanctuary ...

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“Meet Me At The River” by Lindsay Flo

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #220

Water laps the shore, a slow symphony. In with applause for itself, out with sorrow. Over and over again as I stare, the past fresher in my mind than it’s ever been. And when we’re dead, meet me at the river, Jade said. Promise. I promise, I said back. I can’t remember if we were drunk or high—probably both—but I’ve recalled that moment with clarity for ye...

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“Old Man” by Lindsay Flo

Submitted to Contest #209

“I’m taking the summer off,” Lia told me. “I need to start over. I need to leave the past, and if I can’t do that in here”—she touched her fingers to her heart—“then I have to do it geographically.” We were licking our wounds at a bar. Slouched over lacquered pine, this sounded like a good idea at eleven on a gloomy winter night. I told her I would come with her. “Really, Nick?” Lia gushed...

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“The Walk” by Lindsay Flo

🏆 Winner of Contest #205

Alice was everywhere, until she wasn’t. Just like at first, she was nowhere until she was. The absence of her before I knew she existed, was nothing. Now, the absence of her shrouds everything. Like a guest who never came to dinner; a stormy sky that didn’t deliver. Nothing can wash away the void where she used to be. This is what I’m thinking about the first time I take The Walk without her. I met Alice ...

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“The Truth About Maine” by Lindsay Flo

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #203

“It wasn’t the beginning of the end, it was the end of the end. And he knew it and I knew it and only one of us was pretending we didn’t.” This is how I start my story. I’m shotgun in Meg’s car, heading north on a girls’ trip to Maine. We’ve left behind our husbands and children, scratching the surface of our mom-and-wife warpaint to reveal something freer underneath. Maine is going to do this fo...

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“Best Day Ever” by Lindsay Flo

Submitted to Contest #188

“Good morning, miss.” Her voice was gentle, as was the velvety soft hand on my bare shoulder, but neither could soothe the pounding in my skull. I offered some sort of noise resembling a distressed animal to let her know I was alive. Opening my eyes was too much to ask. “You requested a personal wake-up,” she said, her voice again sliding like butter, and I carefully forced open one eye. ...

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“Disappearing With The Devil” by Lindsay Flo

Submitted to Contest #182

“Let’s take a walk, shall we? And you can tell me why you wanted to disappear.” He offers his arm, like a gallant knight, and inexplicably, Kate takes it, because she doesn’t know what else to do. The devil doesn’t look like she expected him to. There are no horns, no teeth glistening with drops of blood, no maniacal laughter. True, he is shrouded in black, cloaks and hair and even his very skin seems sha...

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“The Magic of December 23rd” by Lindsay Flo

Submitted to Contest #178

The was once a time that Christmas felt magical. When December was full of early dusk dotted with lights and Silent Night playing softly on the radio. When eagerness built through weekends that were punctuated with snowflakes that never amounted to anything, only there for the ambiance. Christmas Eve was a whole vibe of its own: cookie baking and grown-ups off work early and evening gatherings to get ready for, ...

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“The Boy Next Door” by Lindsay Flo

Submitted to Contest #177

Teenage boys are like rough, unfinished works of art. They are paint on the canvas, nothing yet blended together with a brush, the final picture imagined but unknown. Clay on the wheel, unspun and uncreated, only glistening with possibility. They are everything their mothers saw in them when they were little boys and everything they’ll one day become, waiting to be born. But when you’re a teenage girl, yo...

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“The Hands of God” by Lindsay Flo

Submitted to Contest #176

My mother likes to tell the story of the magical woman with the hands of God who saved the life of a baby on Christmas Eve. She will tell this tale to anyone, anytime, but she especially loves reliving it on Christmas Eve. Gathered at her house, the holiday energy funnels through the eyes of my children and their cousins, still young enough that the magic of Santa is breathtakingly real, every strange noi...

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Winning 3 stories 🏆

Contest #205
The Walk – read story
Contest #169
Maniacal, Manipulative, Psychotic – read story
Contest #164
Mothering – read story

Shortlisted 4 stories ⭐️

Contest #232
Svalbard – read story
Contest #220
Meet Me At The River – read story
Contest #203
The Truth About Maine – read story
Contest #166
Surgery – read story