Lindy Guidry

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2020

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7 Stories

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“At Whit's End” by Lindy Guidry

Submitted to Contest #211

   “George, the new book donations are piling up in the back storeroom. I just haven’t had the time or the inclination to catalogue them. No matter how hard I look for it, I can’t find enough time for anything.”     I nodded, never looking up from the tedious task she had assigned me earlier in the day.    “The president of the Library Board of Trustees is coming by  in the morning. Can you give me a hand?  George? Give me some attention, George! I’m at ...

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“Seeing Clearly Through Vacant Eyes” by Lindy Guidry

Submitted to Contest #45

Although I seldom express my political, social, or religious views in such a public forum, I feel compelled to break that fundamental edict today. Here, in the good old US of A, one of the most highly developed countries in the world in terms of economics, education, and political power, we as a nation, are still struggling with the social problem of racism. It saddens me to think that we haven't moved beyond this; it also disgusts me to know that some people still hurt others, talk badly about them, discriminate against them, judge the...

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“The Rude Awakening” by Lindy Guidry

Submitted to Contest #35

Part One:Whoo!!! Whoooo!!! Whooooo!!!! There is was! Finally! Gerald Parker pulled off his black dot work gloves and glanced down at his Timex. 5 o’clock sharp. “That darn whistle! Never a minute off one way or the other,” he grinned, “She’s always right on time.” He’d been waiting for that sound since the minute he had arrived at the Avondale Shipyard at 7:00 that morning. Now, it was quitting time. Finally, and thankfully, quitting time.Gerald picked up his lunch pail, punched his timecard, and limpe...

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“The Bet” by Lindy Guidry

Submitted to Contest #35

 It seemed like a good idea… at least it had at the time. “No problem. I just wasn't serious enough about it before. I am now. I’ve got this,” Yvette told Robert as they danced. “I can quit anytime I want to, but if you want to make things interesting, I’ve got a one hundred dollar bill that says I can do it. I can quit. Do you have a big bill you want to lose?” She laughed. Just then, the quartet stopped playing and the couple made their way through the crowd. Yvette sat down at the table in the hot...

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“At Last” by Lindy Guidry

Submitted to Contest #34

 Sitting in the window seat of her small cramped apartment on Poydras Street, Sara shifted her legs and wiggled to get more comfortable. The ledge of the window seat squeaked, as if in protest of her slight 120 pound figure. She watched the rain intently, almost mesmerized by the little droplets of water coming down. They turned into steam as they sprinkled on the pavement below, a white vapor rising into a thick murky haze that almost obscured her view of the street.Despite the weatherman’s forecast of cooler weather, it was ...

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“The Misunderstanding” by Lindy Guidry

Submitted to Contest #33

Lucy smiled with excitement as she drove up the winding driveway leading to 6848 Oakridge Road. She had been here many times before, but this time was different. This time she was going to meet Roy’s children, all four of them, Anna, Austin, Joey, and Darla.Lucy and Roy had been dating for a little over six months, but he had been very careful not to introduce her to his children. At first, Lucy had been a little hurt by his hesitancy, but he had told her, “I’ve never introduced them to anyone I’ve dated. Maybe I’ve been ...

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“Here's Looking at You, Kid.” by Lindy Guidry

Submitted to Contest #32

The rain began quickly and unexpectedly, coming in a heavy mist that drifted northward from the river and moved up toward The French Market. Amalie glanced through the foggy window of Café Fleur de Lis at the tables with umbrellas outside on the sidewalk. The ribbed silk canopies danced in the wind, sending rivulets of rainwater cascading into the laps of the customers who had been sitting under them enjoying the café au lait and the view of the Mississippi River. The patrons, many of them visitors to the city of New Orleans, hurri...

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