Ron French

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2021

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“War Rain” by Ron French

Submitted to Contest #239

Two Rains Cousin Tony and I were on the floor playing war games with our lead toy soldiers. My troops were defending a fine four-towered fortress made by my father as a present last Christmas. We had already got used to the fact that bought toys were expensive and that Hitler was to blame. I didn't mind, Daddy made very good presents. Tony was attacking. My soldiers wore kilts and had as many bagpipes as guns. Tony had lost at scissor-stone and had the German troops. These were former colonial soldiers that had forcibly been recruited t...

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“A Mother Puzzle” by Ron French

Submitted to Contest #237

A Mother Puzzle Mother was good at puzzles. It didn't matter which sort, number, word, or whatever, but her favourite were jigsaw puzzles. The bigger and more challenging the better. She had a large table set up in the centre of the lounge and it would be very unusual for there not to be a part-finished jigsaw lying there waiting to be completed. She had a system. The unfinished puzzle would be at the centre. The pile to the right were the pieces still to be fitted. To the left were pieces that showed promise for adding to the puzzle being w...

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“The CheKa” by Ron French

Submitted to Contest #132

T he frightening news arrives that Lenin's dreaded secret police, the CheKa are in the area, searching for the Dyachenko family. For Bohdan Dyachenko to know that the CheKa is now hunting specifically for him, not just any bourgeois, is terrifying. It is equally worrying for the villagers, who realise that their risk is greater than before, as the CheKa must have information that the Dyachenko family is hidden close by. So far the villagers have avoided their village being trashed, by accepting the Red revolutionary demands. N...

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“Earnest” by Ron French

Submitted to Contest #123

Earnest There was a loud knock on the door. It was not the postman, as it was night, and he always used the bell. The footman was out, so I opened the door myself and saw no one. I looked right and left to check whether some urchins were playing 'knock down Ginger' and almost tripped down the five stairs to the pavement, over a black leather handbag. I recognised it immediately and didn't need to go to Victoria Station to find it. It had been delivered. I daren't open it for fear what might be inside. But I already had an awful inkling and...

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