Ramona Scarborough

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2020

Stories (6)

6 Stories

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“The Tie” by Ramona Scarborough

Submitted to Contest #289

The Tie Soggy, blue patterned silk flung in a culvert. Liz Baker slowed down to peep over the edge. What’s the story on that? Maybe some guy got tired of the rat race, yanked off his tie, and drove off to a new life. Liz pictured some drone bookkeeper in a hive of cubicles. His queen bee boss stung him with constant criticism. Liz’s imaginat...

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“In The Alley” by Ramona Scarborough

Submitted to Contest #288

In The Alley You never know when or exactly where I, the Destroyer, will strike. I respect no one, people, animals, houses, or possessions. Hear me roar as I approach. Dark clouds and sky announce my coming. Witness my violence. Trees fall. Glass shatters. Puny man-made cars flip over. Roofs are ripped off. Light poles are bent. There is no stopping me.*** “A storm is coming, Mitzi, I can feel it in my old bones,” Gladys Moore said to her cat that morning. “Better turn on the news to see if the weather people know anything.” Gladys had lived...

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“The Sheer Magnetism of Tea ” by Ramona Scarborough

Submitted to Contest #287

The Sheer Magnetism of Tea He was running away from someone the day I met him. The jingle of Masie’s Tea Shop’s bell made me turn. He surveyed the room. An ordinary guy, short, compact. Out of place, tee shirt, jeans.His glance landed on me, classic sheath, sleek bob, sitting alone. As if I had stepped into a magnetic field, I could not turn away.Head up, his blue eyes held mine as he came closer.“Would you mind if I joined you?”The shop was not crowded. A recent survivor of a rip-your-heart-out divorce, the words “wary of men” d...

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“Joe, A Mystery on a Park Bench” by Ramona Scarborough

Submitted to Contest #216

Joe Starks could hardly remember the time before he became homeless. Faded memories like old sepia photographs slipped away before he could fix them in his mind. His mother’s face was now a blur of indistinct features. The apartment they had once lived in together, where was it? What street? What town? Someone had locked him in a room there. Why? How had he got out? Maybe it was better to forget. But there was something he knew, something important that some people wanted to know, and maybe they would find him. Slowly he rose. Pain sho...

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“The Right Time” by Ramona Scarborough

Submitted to Contest #154

The Right Time Our paths crossed many times. In middle school, I didn’t like you, the class clown. If I had known what your home life was like, perhaps I would have understood. Television was your escape from your drunken father beating your mother. Your bigger, older brother bullying you. Everyone appeared to like the comedians on the screen. Maybe if you could make people laugh, they would like you. You fought on the playground. I avoided you and your fists. Your red hair and freckles, your stick out ears invited name-calling. Your poo...

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“Talking to the Animals” by Ramona Scarborough

Submitted to Contest #77

Talking to the Animals I had always thought how exciting it would be to talk to animals, like Dr. Doolittle. Like what is going on in my cat’s head? I would ask Muffin all the questions I wonder about. Why do you make that funny noise when you stare out the window at a bird? What does mouse meat taste like? Is it like chicken? Why do you insist on tearing up our couch when you have an expensive scratching post? &...

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