Phillip Eaton

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2021

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“MABEL” by Phillip Eaton

MABEL The old clock on the wall rang out ten chimes. Mabel rose from her easy-chair and turned off the TV. While most of New York turned on the news at ten, Mabel lined up three beers, a pack of smokes and some jerky next to her bedroom window. A typical evening overlooking the alleyway between her building and the brownstone next door, might include several drug de...

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“THE PINK BUNNY” by Phillip Eaton

“You’re never going to be finished if you just keep sitting here staring at the four walls.” “I’m having second thoughts.” “We have talked about this for years. It’s time to let go. Sarah will live on in our memories, but we have to let go of the room. C’mon, you said you could do this. If you can’t, we can hire a contractor. But we need to get this finished in order to take in a boarder before the fall sem...

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“COMMUNITY SERVICE” by Phillip Eaton

COMMUNITY SERVICE Nevaeh took down the yellow caution tape, rolled it into a big ball and deposited it into the black trash bag that she dragged behind her. Pete was on the other side of the pool on his knees by a patio table. “Hey, what chu doing there?” Nevaeh yelled. Pete stood up, wiping the end of his nose, “Nothin’.” “Don’t you nothin’ me, I saw y...

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“MISSY” by Phillip Eaton

MISSY “Not yet, please.” I pleaded with the vet. I wasn’t ready to let go. “It’s time.” He said. “She’ll be pain free in a moment. You can stay and comfort her while she falls asleep if you want to. That way she won’t be alone.” I was second guessing the day. Age had caught up to my girl. She had gone deaf a couple of years ago. I was grateful that I had trai...

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“HIBERNATION” by Phillip Eaton

It was dark. I could hear her talking. It was muffled. I dozed back off again. I heard her again, she was talking to somebody else, not me. I felt them move me, but I ended up just as I was. It was still dark. I heard her talking again. I didn’t hear a second voice, this time she was talking to me. Why was she calling me Jane? I suddenly felt cold and wet. I tried to open my eyes. No matter how hard I tri...

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Author bio

I have previously published "Col. Frank N. Wicker, from Lockport to Alaska and Beyond" a historical narrative, available on Amazon.com. These short stories on Reedsy are my first attempts at writing fiction. I hope you enjoy them.