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Michael Hatcher

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2024

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Cotton Candy and Cornflower Eyes

Michael Hatcher

Cotton Candy and Cornflower EyesJuly 7, 2022 I saw her — Jenny Marie Hodge — and sparks crackled between us. You might think I’m peddling some tired cliché, but I swear on my mother’s best pecan pie: there were real sparks, flitting around like bumblebees to the hive. It was the Fourth of July, 1982, Howling Gulch’s grand old Independence Day bash, and the whole sky was burning with firecrackers and honest-to-God fireworks. Forty years on, I can still feel the flush of that night climbing up my neck, scrawny as it was; it still warms me eve...

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Shayla Muldoon

Michael Hatcher

Submitted to Contest #297

*** In this story there is testament to perhaps the worst of all human sins -- bigotry. There is racial language and jokes (the n-word is not used), along with some sensuality. June 21, 1991 -- The players, suffused with a lean muscularity, crouched around the diamond, fielding grounders bounced to them by the largest of them all. When each of the infielders glided toward their respective ground ball, they flung it back in the direction from where it came. The ball slapped into the glove of the gargantuan first baseman, crackling around th...

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Shayla Muldoon

Michael Hatcher

This story contains a confrontation between a white couple and an interracial couple at a Kansas City Royals baseball game. Racial language are stereotypes are referenced in this confrontation. There is some profanity, as well as a few sexual innuendos. June 22, 1991 --   “Hey, hon,” Jason said. “See Number 21 there for the Twins? Big, tall guy at first base?” “Oh, yeah,” I said, the pulsating heat at Royals Stadium -- 95, at least -- just about driving me to sleep. Then I saw Number 21 and woke up. Damn. Is that how they grow bas...

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