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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2020
Since early morning, almost like a miracle, the clouds had declared that rain would arrive in the city. For some weeks, it was a topic of conversation in the press, in workplaces, schools and hospitals, as well as in the intimacy of homes or in meetings with neighbors at dusk, why in mid-January, the sun seemed to shine with the intensity of the summertime. It had become such a worrying issue that the local authorities had to issue official statements to calm the population and give them peace of mind about this unfortunate scenario, especia...
Submitted to Contest #96
I do not carry a memory, lucid or truthful, of the moment I arrived at this place. Nor of the first time or the ones that came after. And if I had one, it would not be such a prodigious one. Perhaps it was forgetfulness, perhaps it was disinterest; but it slipped away never to return. Thus, the only remembrance that I embrace is a deceit. One that I repeat until it is left aside that, with fatuous mood, only I pretend to cram with grandiloquence this common infamy I am about to tell. It was long ago, in night tainted with dreams. On a shi...
Submitted to Contest #79
As I packed my suitcases with everything I caught around me, my mother would talk to me from the doorway of my room. "You don't need to do this. Talk to her". Despite the silence in the room, my head was full of noise. I could feel my face flushed, and my throat was full of anger that I thought I was about to vomit. I knew that if I opened my mouth, I would say things that I could not regret later. "This is also difficult for her. You have to understand" she remarked, condescendingly. Those last words came out of her so simply; yet they came...
Submitted to Contest #69
His gaze, focused on the center of the table, gave away his agony. It seemed like he was looking at the saltshaker, or maybe the knife next to the salami, and wondering if it were sharp enough, but this I could not know for sure. Not because of the distance, nor the tumult of cousins, uncles and other irrelevant relatives that were among us; but because, by all accounts, my father was himself far away. However, it was certainly not out of whim, but out of need; the need to ease the pain once again became present, in the same way that it had ...
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