LuAnn Williamson

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2020

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“When the Bite Bit Back” by LuAnn Williamson

When the Bite Bit Back By LuAnn Williamson            The haze of wood smoke lingered over the slowly darkening, twilight air. Exotic aromas permeated the air. The weekend of the Bite of Seattle was almost always sunny and warm. It was as if the entire collective consciousness of the entire city, no, the whole region could create favorable conditions for the food festival.

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“The Girl with Someone Extra” by LuAnn Williamson

The Girl with Someone Extra By LuAnn Williamson “Must you leave so soon?” Bridget, frequently called Gidget, due to her small size, tried to put just the right tone in her voice. A question that sounded sad but not needy.          “Yes, Dear,” His moss green eyes sparkled as if trying to...

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“The Painted Lady” by LuAnn Williamson

The Painted LadyBy LuAnn WilliamsonDear Diary:“Oh Papa, I’m sure it’s going to be the finest house in all of the Omaha area!” I exclaimed as I had to keep myself from fidgeting on the set of my Father’s buggy. Although a kind man and generous to our family, he could be quite cross if distracted while he was driving his buggy. I did not want to be left behind when it was my turn again to inspect the new property.At first, Papa would go every Saturday afternoon by himself to chec...

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“Wooden Whistle” by LuAnn Williamson

Wooden Whistle By LuAnn Williamson            Cold! It had been so cold a few minutes ago, when icy sleet had soaked through their lightweight coats and shoes. But at last she was warm. The survivors had found a small clearing in the forest where the trees had sheltered them from the weather. Better yet, it had sheltered a scattering of fallen tree li...

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“Ten Seconds” by LuAnn Williamson

Ten Seconds By LuAnn Williamson Ten Mother At last, I get a few minutes to relax by the pool. It’s one of the first beautiful, warm days of spring and I intend to take full advantage of it while my son is still asleep. We’ve come over to my parent’s house and I’ve put him down for his nap in the middle of their big, King sized bed. I’ve got my ear buds in, musi...

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“New Way to Celebrate Thanksgiving” by LuAnn Williamson

New Way to Celebrate Thanksgiving By LuAnn Williamson       “Don’t make me go!” Andrea knew her voice sounded whiney and petulant, much like a spoiled child, and she didn’t care.       “Andrea, we’ve both got to go,” Josh, her husband, said while making sure the diaper bag was packed and the deserts were stacked on the table and ready ...

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“It doesn’t count” by LuAnn Williamson

It doesn’t count By LuAnn Williamson                “It doesn’t count if you’re already planning your defeat.” These words were spoken by Jake, my friend and sometimes lover.            I almost scratched. He should know better than to talk to me when I was lining up a shot.            “It’s not a defeat,” I nodded my head without even looking towards the troph...

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“To Come” by LuAnn Williamson

To Come By LuAnn Williamson            “Yes Sir, I understand,” Lillian looked deeply at her Boss’s soft brown eyes as if trying to memorize them for the future. Then she looked away, so he couldn’t see the tears pooling in her own smoky blue eyes.            “Why am I calling him “Sir?” she wondered to herself. Under normal circumstances, he’d...

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“The Time Capsule” by LuAnn Williamson

The Time Capsule By LuAnn Williamson            “I have an idea!” Ray said, setting down another moving box.            “Is it a good idea? Jill teased, pausing her task of putting the dishes on the kitchen shelf. Their baby, Sibyl, sat in the high chair, gleefully munching on a teething biscuit.            “Well, I think it i...

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“It’s End of the World As We Know It” by LuAnn Williamson

It’s End of the World As We Know It By LuAnn Williamson “It’s End of the World As We Know It” Miranda sang at the top of her voice, blond hair blowing the wind from four windows that needed to be hand cranked as she drove along the highway. She was one of the few cars on that stretch of...

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“You’ll Get Used to It” by LuAnn Williamson

You’ll Get Used to It By LuAnn Williamson      “Welcome to Capiucho Seven,” the Concierge told me as he bowed low over my hand that held my identity chip. The brass trim on his suit glittered in the overhead lights. “We hope you can easily adapt to the conditions here and stay on here, taking up residence. Ju...

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“Powerless” by LuAnn Williamson

Powerless By LuAnn Williamson “Honey, it’s OK to talk about things like this in the family but we don’t talk about it to outsiders, OK?” My Mom had soothed my hair back off my forehead as she sat on the bed after tucking me in. “We know things and can do things that most people can’t. Since they don’t know about these things, ...

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“OOPS!” by LuAnn Williamson

OOPS! By LuAnn Williamson            “It worked!” Doctor Peter Parkinson mumbled quietly to himself. He took a moment to congratulate himself that the time machine that he’d been working on, along with many of colleagues, seemed to be functional. He looked around at the space that had be...

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“Blind Date ” by LuAnn Williamson

   “It’s only a practice date,” her friend Connie’s voice echoed through her mind as she brushed out her long, brown hair. At Connie’s insistence, it had been newly tinted ‘kiss of mahogany’ whatever that was supposed to mean. But it was lush and made her slightly drab brown hair take on a new shine.     What’s a practice date?” Hanna, Honey to her friends, had asked rather naively. “Remember I’ve spent twenty ...

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“The Ring” by LuAnn Williamson

The Ring by LuAnn Williamson I have never liked shopping. I blame it on a defective double X chromosome. Trying on clothes is a chore. My best friend once took me to the mall, asked to see my keys and refused to give them back until I bought something for myself. I still have the skirt. So a trip to the grocery store is not an exercise in joy and sunshine. Since...

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