Mindy Reed

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2024

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5 Stories

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“It Had to be Me” by Mindy Reed

Submitted to Contest #266

The crumpled computer paper was up to her ankles. “I quit!” Maryann shouted. “The only killer is this mystery is me, killing trees.” She stormed out of the room. The ceiling fan was whirring on the highest speed, causing the balls of computer paper below to rustle across the floor like inner-city tumbleweeds. One ball rolled from under the desk to the opposite wall. The black and while tuxedo cat, Hemmingway, bounced it between its paws, and then, hearing the can opener, scampered out to the kitchen. A man in his mid-thirties emerged and str...

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“A June Weddomg” by Mindy Reed

Submitted to Contest #264

Chapel of the Lake weddings are mostly performed by Mary Ann Feebley for the traditionalists. Another officiant, who simply goes by the name of Elvira or Ellie is for the liberals and/or non-believers. Ellie’s legs and arms are wrapped in tattoos, varying from the typical skulls and flames to the more absurd, including a pair of eyes on her shoulder blades, and something unrecognizable around her belly button. She also proclaims to be sexually fluid. On this particular June day, Mary Ann was seated at the patio just outsi...

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“The Goddess, the Guardian, and the Sun” by Mindy Reed

Submitted to Contest #262

The Goddess was a painter—the cosmos her canvas. There were no laws—only imagination. Birds with endless wingspans flew across skies painted with the colors of her dreams. The sky mingled with the ocean; birds dove into the blue, green, gray waters and emerged with legs and then strolled across various plains. After a time, the Goddess grew bored. She longed for a new canvas that might stretch her imagination. Her mother was not concerned with her daughters restlessness, which she was told was the artist’s way. The Go...

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“Doppelganger” by Mindy Reed

Submitted to Contest #258

The accumulation of what can only described as “stuff” is incremental. Hardly noticeable until a surviving relative must plough through it and decided what will be saved and what will be demolished. I discovered among yet another box of old papers, a small black cylinder. I held it between my thumb and forefinger and lifted the lid carefully with my thumbnail. It contained an undeveloped roll of film. A label on the container read: “Eliza.” ...

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“Kneel” by Mindy Reed

Submitted to Contest #257

Fall on your knees was the favorite line from my mother’s favorite Christmas carol. “Fall on your knees, oh hear the angel voices.” As a kid, I wondered if the angels could only hear you if you were kneeling. Is there any more vulnerable position than on your knees? “Get down on your knees and pray the Lord will forgive you,” my mother said when I was put in a “time out.” Kneeling is not natural or comfortable especially when you are the only one on your knees. Any songs the angels may have been singing were drowned out by the relentless b...

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