Philip Hedges

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2021

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Back to the Drawing Board” by Philip Hedges

Submitted to Contest #81

“Great art is created outside your comfort zone.” Mr. Ueno’s words echo in my head as I study the landscape through the window of the Keikyu express train towards Yokohama. Above the horizon, the sun, a dimly lit semicircle, shines light through a veil of grey clouds and onto the bleak, concrete landscape below. The pipes of the heavens are leaking. Among the odd industrial complex decorated with colorful banners, drab apartment buildings stream by. An arms length and two sets of windows separate me from the lives of complete strangers. Spri...

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“My Ship has Sailed” by Philip Hedges

Submitted to Contest #80

Dear Bruno,Forgive me father for I have sinned—or rather, I’m about to unload a bunch of my regrets on you.Isn’t that what confession is ultimately about?One of the nurses asked me, if I wanted to receive pastoral care. When I asked her, if that was the punchline to a joke about the Catholic Church, she explained that many people here want to talk to a priest before it’s too late. Well, that gives me a great excuse to write you. So I’m sending off this letter in the hopes that you’ll understand me across a language barrier and haven’t banish...

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“Missing Pieces” by Philip Hedges

Submitted to Contest #79

In many ways, an orchestra is like a jenga tower, for its success rests equally on all the individual parts. A few missing pieces and it collapses. Leonard’s job as a conductor was holding together that delicate construction. He kept a clear view on each and every part at all times. Aware, that the smallest disequilibrium could bring the entire structure tumbling down.Tonight’s program was Johannes Brahms’ third symphony. A challenging piece for a young conductor like himself. To get into the right headspace, Leonard followed his usual ritua...

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“View Finder” by Philip Hedges

Submitted to Contest #78

Paul sat on the bus ride home. He half-heartedly poked at his phone screen while listening to a podcast on his headphones. A short buzz from the phone startled him. His eyes lit up. The moment he stepped off the bus he slid the phone into his pocket and scurried along the way. He reached his apartment complex with a wide grin on his face. There it was. The delivery carton sat expectantly on his doormat. As he entered his flat, he kicked aside a bunch of clothes that lay scattered on the floor. He set the box down on the kitchen table and, in...

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