Peter Doyle

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2020

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“Through the Windshield” by Peter Doyle

To paraphrase a quote attributed to the Duke of Wellington: “I don’t know what effects these cars have upon the rest of traffic but, by God, they frighten me.” A very apt observation for taking a road trip on Interstate 95. Consider for example my experience just a few days ago. FTJ567 a black Honda with a dent on the front fender, driving inches from the rear of my car. I was travelling at a comfortable 72.5 mph, in the fast lane no less, and this barbarian had the audacity to try to intimidate me in my VIP007, a freeway hardened ...

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“Living A Long Life” by Peter Doyle

Submitted to Contest #140

April 1st, was my mother’s birthday. She passed away at the age of ninety-nine. I miss her every day. She was born in 1918 during World War 1, lived through the Great Depression, was a nurse in London during World War 2. In the 1950’s she became an avid fan of Elvis Presley, then in the 1960’s The Beatles and The Rolling Stones. Above all she loved watching boxing, her favorite boxer was Floyd Patterson. She lived through the sexual revolution, she watched the moon landing, traveled through Europe and the US.  Every day s...

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“Out Of The Darkness” by Peter Doyle

Submitted to Contest #132

"Are you there God? It's me down here on the blue planet in the middle of the nowhere universe you built," Seth said looking up at the night time sky. A sky filled with far away stars twinkling on a cold clear night in Northern Washington. He listened for an answer but all he heard was the soft whistling of the wind through the trees. It was the question he asked a hundred times. Never got an answer. Seth saw the splendor of creation all around him, only some entity so creative, so brilliant and so powerful could create an oak tree, like ...

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“When is a Latte not a Latte” by Peter Doyle

Submitted to Contest #63

There was a table and a blackboard outside the front door. Written in chalk on the blackboard were the words “Order Here” with a big smiley face. Mike and his friend Shane looked around; the place seemed deserted. The small round metal tables and chairs were empty except for a young couple deeply absorbed in their computer tablets, ignoring the two paper cups with lids on the table in front of them.  Coco Coffee sat in a newly opened mixed development, a glass fronted coffee shop situated below overpriced apartments, alongside...

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