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Molly Layne

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2022

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Coincidental Correspondence

Molly Layne

Submitted to Contest #306

Tuesday, February 20th 2:20pmTo: lorettajeanineparker01@mail.nmc.eduFrom: chandler77@mail.nmc.eduSUBJECT: Help with English 112 paper Dear Miss Parker,My name is Joseph Chandler and my instructor, Professor Sarah Devron, suggested that I contact you for help with my English 112 essay since you have been in this class before and are also now in another more advanced English class.My problem is that I want to write my paper on the subject of researching why some people are color blind and what causes that. Would you happen to have some tips fo...

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The Gift of Presence

Molly Layne

Submitted to Contest #283

Christmas Eve 2024      The snow sifted down in large wet flakes, turning into water as soon as they hit the sidewalk. The wind was getting slightly more chilly as the night wore on and more people were coming out of hiding, creating a crowd that for the most part went unnoticed by one slender, dark-haired girl.     Nadine lowered her gaze slightly against the chill of the wind and tears pooled in her eyes. She hadn’t realized it would hurt this much. It felt like a ball of pain in the middle...

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Love at Second Sight

Molly Layne

Submitted to Contest #229

Cartersville, West Virginia      The door to her office squeaked and she swiveled the chair around. Her friend and co-worker, Sayla, popped her head in.      “Hey, Lorena,” she began, the dimpled corners of her mouth quirking up, “Whatcha doing for the holidays?”      The holidays. Christmas. New Year’s Day. Everyone was always asking the same question around this time of year. Truthfully, she wished she could forget the holidays or at least spend them catching up...

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The Trainee

Molly Layne

Submitted to Contest #207

I arrived at the restaurant promptly at seven and punched in as soon as I hung my backpack in the back closet. This was a several story high building, but I worked on the bottom floor in Billy’s Breakfast Burrito. It was a lovely place to have a job, . . .most of the time. The servers had already turned over the glasses in the dining room and the host was getting ready to open the doors.     Quickly, I straightened my brown uniform and pinned on my name tag. Our supervisor, Paul Jillett, a.k.a. The Speeding Come...

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The Closing of a Door, The Opening of a Window

Molly Layne

Submitted to Contest #191

Her father’s voice sounded hollow. He glanced around the room as if looking for someone or something else besides the small maid before them. “Professor Alvin Trewella. And this is my daughter. May I see the...Madam?”  “Right this way, sir.”  The corridor was long and narrow. Cobwebs hung along the ceiling like so many little hammocks and the smell of moth balls was overpowering. The place gave the impression of a giant storage tote.  At the end of the corridor, there was a plain brown door. The employee tu...

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The Shoplifter

Molly Layne

Submitted to Contest #180

March 3rd, 2022  Gratiot; The Red Zone; Detroit, MI, USA       The wind whipped through his thin clothes and penetrated his bones. He bent over and dug deeper into the trash can, ignoring the stench of rotting food and dirty diapers. It was a shame that people didn’t throw away good clothes. He could sure use something more than the pair of ragged jeans and the light, sleeveless vest that currently were doing little to keep out the weather.       Reaching the bottom of the ga...

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Alone in the Silence

Molly Layne

Submitted to Contest #177

     I shifted my position slightly and looked up from my artwork. The trees swayed in the breeze, and I watched a blackbird fly in front of me and lite high in a nearby maple. He opened his beak wide, and I tilted my head, watching him. In short order, he was joined by another bird. The breeze ruffled through her sooty-brown plumage as she landed on the branch beside him. They were a pair. They were together. They had each other. My pencil moved rapidly across the paper as I wished, not for the first time, that graphite ...

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Frank

Molly Layne

Submitted to Contest #171

June 5th, 2028                                                                                        &nbsp...

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Shadow Land

Molly Layne

Submitted to Contest #167

 Greenville, South Carolina                                  “Where’s my kid?” The small man’s dark, handlebar mustache trembled. He leaned forward and placed his hands, palms down, onto the paperwork-littered surface of the police sergeant’s desk. “Where’s my kid?” he repeated. “I know he’s here. I need to take him home. He’s…he’s not stable.”    &n...

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