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Matthew Klingforth

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2020

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To the Last Drop

Matthew Klingforth

Submitted to Contest #53

She watched the tiny droplet form at the tippy-top of her popsicle. Determined to stay within the comfort of familiarity, the small drop clung to its rightful place, but, eventually, the woman saw it slip free and streak red over the white and blue pattern of her Bomb-Pop. As the drop began to slide into the webbing of her thumb, the old woman was suddenly, once again, a little girl in a pretty yellow dress, with widening eyes at the first taste of her favorite treat. &...

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The Last Lap

Matthew Klingforth

The Last Lap Heart racing, blood pumping, his insanity rose with the soft glow of the moon. Through gritted teeth and with his hands wrapped white knuckled around the steering wheel, he leaned forward and negotiated the next turn with practiced precision. Outside, beyond the roar of his engine, in a world that he did not understand, he saw the fans trickle out of the grandstand to congratulate the race’s cup winner and lift high their champion onto their shoulders. “There’s a rumble in my back right tire!” the driver screamed in a voice th...

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Bob Buys a Vacuum

Matthew Klingforth

Submitted to Contest #45

Bob Buys a Vacuum Mid-afternoon Sunday disappeared from consciousness as Bob stared transfixed at the riotous images pulsating from his television set. “Why would you even break a pet store window?” he marveled as his stomach, the brains of the operation, reached down and shoved a handful of potato chips into his mouth. Bob had only reached the very top layer of vicarious satisfaction when the unthinkable happened, the horrifying and ghastly, as the ugly finger of fate reached out and buzzed his front door. ...

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Through a Great Distance

Matthew Klingforth

Submitted to Contest #24

Through a Great Distance “Andrew, God, I can actually hear your sulking,” Becky said across the hull to the large man sitting with his head hanging and his back facing her. “It’s like I have the endangered, sniveling vagina bug crawling in my ear, right now.” “I am not sulking!” Andrew informed her angrily as he lifted his head and stared ferociously at the corner. “As a matter of fact, I was just now having a soliloquyial discussion on the selfish disreg...

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