Rett Fay

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2021

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“Ties” by Rett Fay

Submitted to Contest #140

TW: Death of a parent "I remember when I was in middle school, he told me to use a bar of soap for shampoo, like he did." I retold this irksome memory to my sister as we waited for our father to wake from his deep sleep.    She laughed softly. "Well, he was cheap."    "He was bald!" I exclaimed incredulously as we laughed.    He wasn't the best father, but he wasn't the worst. As I held his weak, curled fingers, I could barely remember why I had thought he was less than perfect. His eyes opene...

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“Open” by Rett Fay

Submitted to Contest #101

TW: Death of Spouse, Vehicular Manslaughter She opened the bakery as she did every morning, hours before the sun would show itself. Some days she loved it, and some days she regretted ever buying Loaves. For two years, she jockeyed between pure pride and the truest of buyers remorse. Today, she felt as if she were moving through sand. Waist-deep sand. She could not be bothered. Some days this routine was comforting, she doubted that today was one of those days.   She turned on the lights and dramatically sighed to an audience ...

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“Interwoven II” by Rett Fay

Minnie carefully removed the family cookbook from the cupboard. It was worn and over expanded with dozens of loose pieces of paper tucked into the pages. Every generation, a Glasson would test the newer recipes on family dinners to deem them worthy of becoming a permanent addition to family history.   She knew exactly the recipes she needed. The Summer Solstice menu was near the front of the book.    Today she would gather and prepare the ingredients. She would chop, grind, and par-bake as many items as she...

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“Interwoven” by Rett Fay

Submitted to Contest #99

Wen awoke to the distinct smell of sage burning as she often did. Her sister would be preparing their home for the solstice. An uncommonly warm breeze carried the scent through her open bedroom door. She heard her older sister's rich voice mindfully speaking their cleansing mantra. Minnie was starting earlier this year. The sun was barely peeking above the Cornish tree line. The sun rising was magical.    Wen intentionally took in the moment, the smells, the sounds, the sights, the feels, the energy. She loved this day, more t...

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