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Renee Yancey

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2023

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Never Like This

Renee Yancey

“Not like this,” she thinks to herself as she prepares for her wedding, “never like this.”. She has dreamed of this day since she was a little girl. Back then, people were married for love, or so her romantic heart firmly believed. Most probably were. No one, well, almost no one, saw this coming. A reduction in population was so severe that the governments around the world took over. It started small. Posters and advertising encouraging childbirth. The abortion centers, those that remained, were closed. A good thing. It did start...

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Moms

Renee Yancey

Submitted to Contest #261

You wouldn't know it to look at her, hair unbrushed, pulled up in a messy bun. Her clothes are several years old and covered in baby spit up and other unknown stains. Her eyes are fierce with love and heavy with fatigue. She wears no cape, isn't called by a light in the sky but by a baby’s middle of the night cry or a teenager ‘s phone call. No, you wouldn't know it to look at her, but she is a hero. To the newborn on her chest, looking at her with eyes full of love and wonder, she is everything. To the toddler, curled on her lap, exha...

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The Forgotten Photo

Renee Yancey

He is cleaning out his dad's drawers. With him entering the hospital, probably for the last time, it is time. He wants to bring him his comfortable pajamas, his most comfy socks, bits of home. Tears stream down his face as he gathers them. He is only fifty but the cancer is aggressive. The doctors are discussing hospice care. Moving his dad's clothes around, he finds a photograph buried under his socks. Lifting it out and into the light, he is shocked by the face looking back at him, for it is his own in a female form. Her arm is aroun...

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A Journey to Acceptance

Renee Yancey

A Journey to Acceptance It takes her forty years. Forgiveness is a process, she comes to understand. Forgetting can't be done, not completely. The sins of the fathers are visited on the children. Her first childhood memory, the first clear one, was of her dad touching her under her panties. Then her being spanked for not having any on. She was around three. Had the abuse started then, she doesn't know. It could have. Who has memories before three? Whether she was touched under her diaper too, she will never know. Her mom says he was a ...

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Incognito

Renee Yancey

Incognito No, I am not her. I loathe her. You think you know, right. You are wrong. So begins a journey of self discovery. A venture of redemption. The shame is too much. It eats at her. Too young to understand, she hides deep in herself. Her outer and inner eyes remain closed throughout. This is when the split starts. A part of her must remain with ____. A part though, it hides, keeping her safe. Growing and moving past her toddler hood, it gets harder. She finds safety in stories. Devouring books from the tender age of three, when Sesa...

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If Only

Renee Yancey

The baby rests on her daddy ‘s chest. Her mommy lays beside them. The sweet summer breeze blowing in them just ruffles the lace curtains over their bedroom windows. “This is perfect,” the new mommy breaths out, “I wish we could stay like this forever.” Her husband smiles, moving his eyes from his newborn to his wife. “Could you imagine? Just us and her, in this room. Her remaining this size. It would be heaven, for a while. Remember, darling, you were bored out of your mind while on bed rest in this same room.” She acknowledges t...

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Secret Library

Renee Yancey

She wasn't surprised that her great -grandmother’s house was full of books. She has been a librarian and her great-grandfather, a historian. So, the piles of books everywhere, from the overstuffed bookshelves, to the piles on the desks and tables, were expected. “It will take me a good month to go through them,” she says aloud. The old house absorbs her words, seemingly to tuck them away with all the others, “thanks granny.” “When I die, you shall take charge of mine and Michael ‘s books. There is no one I trust more, Leah.” Granny was dyi...

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The Anniversary

Renee Yancey

Submitted to Contest #250

You never thought they would make it to this anniversary. Fifty years is a long time considering. They have fought all your childhood. “That is how we show love. There must be some passion in the relationship.” Your dad said, to your extreme embarrassment. You were fifteen at the time. Now forty and married fifteen years yourself, you understand more. You and your wife are holding this black tie event for them. She holds onto your arm as you look over the elegant room. “You did well, my love.” She accepts your praise and a ...

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Adventures at a Bar

Renee Yancey

Submitted to Contest #249

She moves without inhibition, completely unconcerned with what her body is doing. The fact that her dancing was unaccompanied by music, makes it even more bizarre. “She's hearing music that we can't hear.” The man in the barstool beside him says. Jamie nods. She must be. He doesn't see any earbuds in her ears. “She is wasted,” the man on the other side of him says, “I could hit that.” Jamie stiffens. He, unlike his barmate, was taught respect for the opposite sex. He recalls his dad’s words like he was still here, seated beside him. “Jamie...

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Exploring New York

Renee Yancey

January 1st So we begin. This part of the once great city hasn't been touched since the war. As the radiation has cleared, it is safe to explore it for future habitation, if the population grows enough. No! These entries are just to write down what we find. Not to ponder about the unknown future. Unknowable, that is a better word. So we set out, walking across the Manhattan bridge. New York, I always wanted to go here, never imagined it would be like this. Only small bombs were exploded here, the war lost already. So we see some ...

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Swinging

Renee Yancey

It is quiet, with only the sound of the creaking from the swing chains to break it. She sits on one. Her mom on the other one The security lights from the convenience store across the street light up their faces. They aren't to be there after the park closes. It is the only place where they can talk privately and he won't hear. “We have to go, mom.” Her nod brings her hair forth and covers, for a minute, the newest bruises on her face. She is right. It is just how. “Grandma.” Her daughter answers the question reflected in her eyes. “I ...

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The Last Selfie

Renee Yancey

The Last Selfie “Come on. One more.” She rolls her eyes. Her new husband has insisted on taking selfies everywhere. Their phone storage is getting filled up with them. They will be wonderful memories though. She places her face next to his and they smile with the mountains behind them. It was seconds after the click of the camera that everything changed. Honeymooning on the Appalachian trail, hiking and camping in different places every night was an unusual choice but it fit them. They had met while hiking, after all. They stand...

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Seventeen Years

Renee Yancey

Submitted to Contest #241

It started with an accident. A loose hubcap hit her tire causing the car to go out of control. She hit a street sign, flipping it and pinning her. It caused her spleen to rupture not that she knew it then, just that she was hurt. The whirl of the ambulance is barely heard as she is almost out by that time it arrives just ten minutes after the accident. She doesn't know it yet, but the accident is the least of her problems. The jaws of life free her. Strong capable hands lift her. She is stabilized and rushed to the hospital. Her parent...

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Tornado!

Renee Yancey

It is weird the things you remember. Being only five, you wouldn't think she would remember anything. Though such an event leaves an impression. Mid afternoon, they, her brother and herself, lay on the living room floor, eyes glued to Sesame Street. It was a strange still day, hot for April. Their dad had a friend over. The adults were talking in the dining room. It had a big picture window looking out over a backyard big enough to be called a field. The suburb was full of families, with the older kids just arriving home from school, a ...

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The Last Hill

Renee Yancey

Submitted to Contest #239

It is pleasant, the drive. With the warm spring air, the windows are partially open allowing the sweet warm air in. They aren't heading anywhere in particular, just a relaxing Sunday afternoon drive. They decided to take a road they haven't traveled before. “Live a little,” he jokes,” while I can.” Gallows humor. Her husband of fifty years is dying of pancreatic cancer. This may be their last drive together. Her smile is strained. They are blessed, she knows. Fifty years is a long time, just not long enough. “Yes,” she wipe...

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