Marta Miralles

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2020

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3 Stories

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“Tina's coffee shop.” by Marta Miralles

Submitted to Contest #32

“An expresso with three shots of charisma for Fred!”. He comes and picks up the small cup, takes one of the ices in the buckets and swallows down the cup in one huge gulp. He places the ice in his mouth and smiles at me.“Wish me good luck.”“Only one pound for a shot of it.” He laughs and leaves the coffee shop, smiling at the people in the line. The keys on the door frame jingles constantly as customers come in and out.“Hey Tina, can I get a shot of positivity in a frothy hot chocolate please?”“Sure thing, is your uncle giving you trouble ag...

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“Tina's coffee shop.” by Marta Miralles

Submitted to Contest #32

“An expresso with three shots of charisma for Fred!”. He comes and picks up the small cup, takes one of the ices in the buckets and swallows down the cup in one huge gulp. He places the ice in his mouth and smiles at me.“Wish me good luck.”“Only one pound for a shot of it.” He laughs and leaves the coffee shop, smiling at the people in the line. The keys on the door frame jingles constantly as customers come in and out.“Hey Tina, can I get a shot of positivity in a frothy hot chocolate please?”“Sure thing, is your uncle giving you trouble ag...

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“Reunion” by Marta Miralles

Submitted to Contest #29

We were twelve when we first met, when her widow mother sought help in our small village. Thirteen when I gave her my first gift. Fourteen when we sneaked away from our respective houses so that we could watch the men and the boys while they enjoyed a night out. We were fifteen when the witch arrived, told us that we were destined to kill each other. Destined, such a dramatic word, one that forced us to be apart. I was sixteen the last time I saw her, being carried away by a horse, her belongings in a donkey, needing no help. She lifted her ...

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