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Rebecca Buchanan

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2025

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Claude gets out

Rebecca Buchanan

Submitted to Contest #305

Claude left the meeting with the Barone brothers with a sense of cautious relief, he wanted to get Daisy out of town before the next conversation with Lenny Barone. He was done. He hurried back to his apartment to meet Daisy. He walked into the apartment and saw his girl lounging on the couch, reading a magazine and eating an apple. “What are you up to?”“I’m resting for a while then I’ll be getting ready to go to the club this evening. Joe's got a whole band for this weekend, with that new singer I can’t remember the name of.” “I would re...

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Lyle gets an agent

Rebecca Buchanan

Submitted to Contest #304

Lyle was Restless he sat at the table with paper and pencils and pins scattered across it. He reached for his phone, once again he came back with a silver plated pocket watch. He liked the watch, but he couldn’t google “how to fill a fountain pen” on it. He wondered if he would ever get used to not having the world at his fingertips. “When will ballpoint pens be invented?” He addressed a stack of wooden pencils and pencil sharpener; picked up a pencil and began to writeOctober 24, 1922I arrived suddenly in 1922 from 2023. I entered the Witne...

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Ida

Rebecca Buchanan

Submitted to Contest #303

Ida’s gaze shifted back and forth between Lyle and Willy. Her face paled and her eyes widened. “What did you say Willy?” Her voice squeaked out as if she were in pain. “I just told Lyle that our Ma’s granny was a slave.”“Why would you tell him something like that!?”“So, a lot of people have negro blood in them, you are as white as I am.” Lyle said, he looked confused.“But you don’t understand, blacks aren’t allowed to mix with whites, if we have any ancestors that were slaves we are considered black.”“But you look white, like your mom was ...

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Lyle's intruder

Rebecca Buchanan

October 15, 1922 SundayLyle sat up groggily and reached for his cell phone. His hand came back from the chair by his bed with a silver plated pocket watch that he couldn’t read in the dark. "I need a bedside table and a lamp" he mumbled He got up and stumbled towards the bathroom, he could hear someone moving around in there, in his sleepy state he thought of Vicky. The light over the tub was on and a woman was sitting in his tub. “Vicky? What are you . . . ?” A scream interrupted him, and brought him fully awake.“Who are you?!” What are yo...

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Lyle's first day of the Jazz age

Rebecca Buchanan

Submitted to Contest #300

Lyle drove slowly through the residential areas of St. Louis. He still couldn’t believe he was here. In St. Louis. In 1922, with a beautiful woman, one he didn’t know. He risked a sidelong glance, she smiled. “I’m Ellen, Bobby’’s wife’s cousin. You are?”“I am Lyle."“We’ve known Porter Jones for a long time, Robert said he recommended you. Turn, here!” she pointed and waved excitedly at the rear bumper of the car Robert was driving. Lyle's face turned red and not just from embarrassment, he forgot that there was no power steering in 1922. He ...

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Troy in Motion

Rebecca Buchanan

Submitted to Contest #299

Troy slid into his seat in the middle of the second row, his chair tipped sideways, nearly falling over, but settling on all four legs as the tardy bell faded away. Mrs. B raised one eyebrow at him and started roll call.“Peter Emory”“Here”“Angeline Emory”“Here”“Eric Getty”“Here.”Ripples of stifled giggles went through the classroom. Mrs. B looked up from her ledger, the giggles and grins were coming from the area behind Troy. “Troy”“Here.”“We know you are here, what we don’t know is why everyone behind you is laughing.”“I wouldn’t know, ma’...

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Lyle

Rebecca Buchanan

Submitted to Contest #298

Lyle paced in the FBI agent’s office, an old fashioned leather duffel bag sat on the floor by the chair. It contained the few things he was taking into his new life. He had just testified against his boss for immunity in an accounting scheme. He still couldn’t figure out how his fingerprints got on ledgers he had never even seen. “Are you ready?” Agent Burrows walked into the room and smiled at Lyle. “Mr Corrupt has left the building. I can get you to the train station without him seeing you.” “The train station? I'm going on a train.” “Yo...

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The Dinner

Rebecca Buchanan

Submitted to Contest #296

George walked through the front door of the restored, three story mansion. He looked around in satisfaction, the entryway was open and airy, finished with deep red oak, not just the floors, the walls and the staircase as well. He’d spent over a million dollars refurbishing and modernizing Fiona’s great-grandfather's masterpiece. He hung his knee length overcoat in the closet and slipped his shoes off and slid them to the side. The house was quiet. He frowned, Fiona wasn’t home. George growled under his breath, he had told her that she sh...

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College

Rebecca Buchanan

Submitted to Contest #294

Dear Sarah, Good morning, how are you? You are off to your first year of college.  I know you’re excited and maybe a little bit scared, but you’ll do fine.  God will not let you down.  He will be with you all the days of your life. I’m mailing this the day before you leave so you will have a welcome to college letter waiting for you. Welcome to college.  The most fun and possibly the most important time of your life. I looked at the class schedule you left at your mom’s.  Looks like you are going to be very...

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Stranger on a Plane

Rebecca Buchanan

Submitted to Contest #293

Mai walked up the aisle and took the window seat in the third row. She placed the wooden briefcase she was carrying on the floor and placed her feet evenly spaced on top of it. She sat with her hands folded in her lap, her line of sight just above the edge of the window. “Dad, when do we get to Grandma's?” “This airplane will get us from NYC to LA in about 3 hours.”“Is this really the fastest airplane in the world?”“It might be. Do you even care about seeing Grandma or do you want to just ride on the plane?”“Of cours...

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Unknown Scroll

Rebecca Buchanan

Submitted to Contest #292

“Hey I found this bag with mine” DH5 walked into the main room of J's newly claimed apartment.  “I was looking for that.” J grabbed the rolled up parchment out of the bag. “What is that?”“I am not sure.  I picked it up on one of my early merchant runs and was told to keep it safe.”“You've never opened it?’ “No. I was told not to until the right time.”“The right time, when is that?”“I don't know.  The elder who gave it to me said I would know.” “You will just know,  how? Just let me open it, please, I can ge...

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C4

Rebecca Buchanan

Submitted to Contest #291

C4 walked into the grotto while releasing zisself from the tether, ze looked around for J, there was a lot of stuff piled over against the side of the fairly large room. Ze started unfastening bags and adding them to the rest. Voices filtered up from a corridor in the back J came into view.“Hey C4, glad you made it, has S left yet? “Not sure S, O and L are making sure everyone else gets out first, It shouldn't be long, the back wall of the pasture was about to be breached, and the roof was crashing in as well. How did you...

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Lifetime Love

Rebecca Buchanan

Submitted to Contest #290

Mary held Joe’s hand and watched him sleep, the heart monitor beeping a comforting rhythm.  She thought over their life together, they met on Sunday afternoon at the wedding of Sara and Moses. At the reception dinner, Joe had dropped his plate right in front of her and spattered sauce all over her new shoes.  They sat down together just to get out of people’s way.  He had lifted her foot gently onto his knee and carefully cleaned her shoe with his napkin.  They had talked for hours, about nothing and everything. &nbs...

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Laughter

Rebecca Buchanan

Submitted to Contest #290

Risa slowly exited the small book shop, turned and carefully locked the door before methodically walking down the three steps to the sidewalk.  The sun was bright overhead but to Risa everything was grey.  She felt heavy, much heavier than the 187 pounds she carried on her five foot seven inch frame. She struggled to turn toward the track or the gym, but was at her house before she realized it. Her house was a restored five bedroom Victorian situated on two acres six miles south of town.  Risa parked her car next to the garage...

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Unfamiliar

Rebecca Buchanan

Submitted to Contest #289

The room is unfamiliar.  I don’t know how I got here. Suddenly very bright lights, I am on a cold hard surface.“What can you tell me about yourself?” the man bending over me asked.  He is dressed in dark green scrubs and looks to be around retirement ageI am unable to move my arms. . . . or legs. . .or neck.  Ahhhh, Oh now I am floating.  Is that me lying there on that steel table getting a Y cut into my chest?“What do you have for me Doc?” a short, stocky but not fat man about 50, wearing a nice but not too expensive sui...

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