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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2022
Submitted to Contest #240
A steely and grey cast sky with blooming clouds bulging over the horizon. The pale sun had barely rose but the old man had already been sitting aside the door for a time and watched the fellow leave without a word shared between them. A sloop on frothed seas in the distance rocking and jolting with the fury drawing nearer. The old man watched the fellow wind his way down the track past mossed stones and further to stairs of dark rock disappearing out of sight. He lit his pipe and began puffing and waited. The sloop drew nearer still before v...
Submitted to Contest #239
I hadn’t a clue of the time in which I was born. Whether night or day, month or year, I was brought forth with the most providential of strokes. Senses sprang upon me. Sight, sound, smell, touch, emotion. The first thing I heard was the rumbling, the pittering of rain, the clinkings of piano keys illuminating the room in which I was created. The first thing I saw was a deep wrinkled face. A man. Grey hair, gravely thin, a grimace contorting. He looked at me and I looked back. Tears welled in his eyes, his narrow and sunken shoulders drooped,...
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