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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2025
My wife has been acting strange lately, distant. I notice it most in the morning, when the sunlight pours through the kitchen window, splashing gold across the floorboards. Our son squeals in delight as I bounce him in my arms, his chestnut brown hair catching the light like a halo. Sometimes I look up and see my wife watching us, her eyes quick and uncertain, her lips parted as if she wants to speak but cannot find the words. When our eyes meet, she looks away, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. I wonder when this started—this...
Submitted to Contest #315
To exist in prison is to be suspended in a jar of formaldehyde—preserved, observed, never quite alive. The cell is a mausoleum, and I its most charming corpse. The walls, jaundiced with the stains of a thousand sleepless hands, close in at night like the jaws of some ancient beast. My reflection in the polished steel of the sink is a study in contrasts: a face too handsome for these surroundings, features carved with the careful malice of a Renaissance devil—angular jaw, lips soft and misleading, eyes pale as a winter sun, quick to flicker w...
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