Molly Shortle

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2024

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“A Cursive Tale” by Molly Shortle

Submitted to Contest #266

“Tarquin, are you there,” Hyacinth whispered. The darkness was overwhelming, she quite literally could not see her fingers in front of her face. I mean they were in front of her face now, and she was wiggling her fingers, but nothing. She strained her ears, every sense she had on high alert. Had they actually managed to lose the creature this time? She stumbled forward, hesitatingly putting one foot in front of the next as she stretched her hands out and did a cautious 360-degree circle with her arms, trying to get a feel for the space. “Tar...

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“A Scotttish enlightment” by Molly Shortle

Submitted to Contest #265

“So that miserly bastard has eventually agreed to hand it over…” Aoife turned up the volume on her earphones to block out her aunt’s shrill voice emanating into her bedroom from the kitchen below. She had been dead right to scarper upstairs when her dad’s sister Therese came trundling down the drive. “That woman is completely nuts,” she informed the empty room before stretching out on the bed and concentrating on her music play list in the hope that whatever crises was going on downstairs would not include her.It was a vain hope as within mi...

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“The Wedding Girls” by Molly Shortle

Submitted to Contest #264

“Is that the wedding girl?” little 6-year-old Anna asked, looking at the photo of my Mum’s wedding. My Aunt Monie and I laughed at her granddaughter’s use of the word girl, even though I suppose Mum was younger than I was then - in her early thirties.  It was just that the 1950’s hairdos were so severe with hair pulled up sharply into a bun or a roll, that everybody seemed older than their age then and very un-girl like.Aunty Monie and I had just been looking through a whole pile of photographs from the 1950’s of her wedding to my ...

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Author bio

I am a lady in her mid sixties living in Dublin Ireland with my wonderful husband Paddy and my grown son Andy and his lovely "Mrs" Kayla. I am counting the days to my retirement next March so that I can concentrate on what I love to do most which is to reasearch all sorts of subjects and incorporate them in my writing.