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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2022
         I know I am growing old now. Things that would not have even caused a single psychic flutter before can now discombobulate for hours, nay, days. Minor annoyances become major disruptions; small irritations generate immediate flashes of mighty anger; and some individuals, once tolerated with mild amusement, fall into the “must avoid” or “for crying out loud” category!            Take this weekend when my Android phone of eigh...
Submitted to Contest #161
His name was “Flyrod” Jenkins—not really, but that’s what it said on his birth certificate when we found it while cleaning out the attic to his family home. Flyrod, but everyone called him Floyd. Everyone but me, that is. Although he made me take a sacred oath to never reveal the truth of his real name to anyone, to me, he was Flyrod forever and ever. He just died, so I am released from my oath—at least, I think I am. He’s dead, who cares what his real name was? When Flyrod confronted his father—a crusty tobacco far...
Submitted to Contest #158
Osgood Feeney was a miserable cuss. Everybody who had ever had any contact with him agreed with that conclusion. He was cruel in his speech, slovenly in his dress, dishonest in his business dealings, and was generally avoided by all the residents of my hometown. He was also an inveterate funeral goer, carrying a little black book in his pocket that listed everyone he hated or was feuding with. He would approach the casket, look at the face of the deceased, and then take out his black book, flip through the pages, and with...
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