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Nancy Weber

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2019

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Eating White

Submitted to Contest #292

Eating White            Mary Ellen Brock knew what was real and what wasn’t. Love was real. Her passion for putting oil on canvas: real. Two-year-old Ben’s croupy cough was real and almost-six Jessie’s nighttime terrors were real, no matter that her monsters weren’t. And—sigh, oh sigh—Bill Brock’s lack of desire for Mary Ellen Brock was undeniably real. She tried to deny it because he tried to deny it and because some facts are tough to face. But there it was. Even perfumed (lightly), cr...

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Midway In Our Life's Journey

Submitted to Contest #203

Midway In Our Life’s JourneyDivine Comedy II: Purgatory. As If!by Annie Fox for Mr. Rowles’s AP English 22 May 2023“You want to start in the middle, my darlings? Well, you’ll have to get up early in the morning to beat Dante Alighieri.”Thus spake the notoriously halitoxic Sherman H. H. Rowles, a once-upon-a-dream Yale Younger Poet now, at sixty-something, taxed with a Sisyphean uphill roll: turning twenty wildly self-indulgent prep school juniors into Writers. “Listen hard, keeds,” Mr. Rowles went on. "This is John Ciardi’s tr...

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Annie's Rules (Les Regles d'Anni)

Submitted to Contest #196

Annie’s Rules Annie’s Yellow Cab Rule #4: If her hail attracts a minivan with a duck bill snout and sliding doors, she must shake her head and wave it on. The door is a test she always flunks. Either she doesn’t tug fast and masterfully enough to satisfy the driver and he treats her to a stream of derision, or she tugs so hard that the door slams with tinny reverb, cuing the driver to buck vengefully into traffic before she can find the goddam seatbelt.  Rule #4.5: If it’s raining, and she’s not wearing a raincoat (you kno...

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