Ramona Scarborough

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2019

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13 Stories

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“The picture” by Ramona Scarborough

The Picture Every morning, Anna walked into the painting on her bedroom wall. The warm breeze ruffled the scarf wound around her head. Feathered strokes of Autumn leaves fluttered down around her like a blessing. Slowly, she moved toward the doe standing among the trees. Her sympathetic friend’s large eyes shone, calling Anna like a beacon. Anna’s hand caressed th...

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“Grounded” by Ramona Scarborough

Grounded A vulture standing over a dead animal ready to pick it to pieces, that bird of prey was my supervisor, May Torgerson. The animal was me. I wasn’t dead yet, but often wished I were while working at that job. I was the new dispatcher at Superior Gateway, a large garage door and security gate company, Miss Torgerson, her preferred manner of being addressed, st...

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“The Bird Catcher” by Ramona Scarborough

Stories often give the impression that librarians are mousy and dull. However, as Michael checked out a stack of birding books, the woman at the reference desk reminded him of a pileated woodpecker he had seen once in Forest Park. He doubted she would appreciate being compared to that particular bird, but her hair blazed like the flame red bird’s crest he had glimpsed only once.  She spoke with a clipped foreign ...

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“The Stolen Portrait” by Ramona Scarborough

The Stolen Portrait I almost threw the portrait of a young Lenore away. I could tell it was her, but the colors had faded. The paint on the frame had flaked to reveal aged wood beneath. An indistinct signature on the right-hand side prevented me from tossing it into the rubbish bin.            I didn’t figure out the connection between the pa...

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“Before the Play” by Ramona Scarborough

Before the Play We’ve been rehearsing My Fair Lady for three months, four days a week, memorizing our lines and songs, practicing blocking and dance moves. The troupe gathered on a weekend to help paint the set the stage manager had constructed. Our costumes have been fitted and hung on a rack in our respective dressing rooms. Today, we will see if all thi...

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“My Average Family” by Ramona Scarborough

My Average Family I have looked at these photo albums many times. But it wasn’t until I retired, that I opened them again and saw the pictures in a whole new light. I came from an average family, or so I thought. Summers as a kid, cars came rolling into our dusty driveway. Relatives poured out and into our spare bedrooms, bellied up to the large dinner table and sw...

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“The Hawk” by Ramona Scarborough

On the day Queen Roseanna gave birth to her first child, she asked Avelina, one of her ladies in waiting, to go to bedroom’s balcony. “What kind of bird perches on my bird feeder?” she asked her. She hoped for her favorite bird, which she thought most like herself, with bright orange and yellow like her royal robes and black plumage the same as her long, shiny ebony hair. If so, she would call her infant...

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“A Dream Job” by Ramona Scarborough

A squat grey building of only twenty-four stories dwarfed by blocks of skyscrapers was not what I expected. However, etched in the stone arch above the front entrance were the words, Institute of Dream Research. I have been hired as an expert in a new specialized field of study. I am an Oneironaut, a person who, while asleep, can be the master of my dreams, almost like a director of a play. Thi...

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“My Stellar Smeller” by Ramona Scarborough

Stellar Smeller I’ve been a model citizen … until now. There is a chance I may end up in jail and my marriage teeters on shaky ground.            This fiasco started over almost a year ago. One morning, I stumbled into the kitchen and couldn’t smell the coffee or anything else. I sniffed cut-up onions. My eyes watered, but no strong pungent aroma. As months passed, ...

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“On Pins and Needles” by Ramona Scarborough

On Pins and Needles Penelope Jameson pressed her hot cheek against the cold glass jar. It would not be long now. She thrust her stash back into the recess of her closet next to the doll hidden in the cloth bag. She glanced at the clock on her headboard. She still had a half hour to finish the “Perfect Pet” she had started last night. Madel...

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“Doggone Good” by Ramona Scarborough

Doggone Good Eddie tended to drift into whatever jobs were available to pay the rent. He never expected to become a professional at a job few people realized even existed.            He stood in line again at the employment agency after he’d been given the sack by Pinkerton Security. His neighbors in the apartment b...

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“Fallen Hero” by Ramona Scarborough

    Fallen Hero   Bert Wick was a war hero in the small town of Prineville, Oregon. When the other old veterans gathered at Vera’s Café, they would brag about Bert’s exploits to out-of-towners and easily impressed young people.  “If you want to hear about some real combat, just talk to Bert here.” Even Marla, the pretty, well-rounded waitress, gave him extra respect, “More coffee, Mr. Wick?” If Clifton Gadberry hadn’t shown up, Bert might have preserved his leg...

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“Along the Way” by Ramona Scarborough

  Along the Way  My father hated freeways. Back roads allowed him to gawk and talk. So, in August of 1953, the seven people crammed into our 1949 Wayfarer Dodge sedan rode hundreds of extra miles between Vancouver, Washington and New York City.  Small for an eight-year-old, I perched on sweaty laps or scrunched on the floor next to relatives’ smelly feet. A broiler on wheels, our car didn’t have air conditioning....

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Author bio

Ramona Scarborough's stories often are inspired by people watching, asking about people's experiences, and shameless eavesdropping.