Sandra Russo

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2020

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7 Stories

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“The Cognac Remedy ” by Sandra Russo

Submitted to Contest #189

The 2011 Ford Fiesta known for its custom paint, The yellow blaze, sped into the parking lot and squeal to an abrupt stop in the Employee of the Month parking Spot. Gerald grabbed his lanyard with his key card attached and while heading to the security door, he clicked his key fob and securely locked the Yellow Blaze.  A small portly man was standing beside the key swipe as Gerald approached. “Do you work here??” the man sharply demanded. “What do you think!” Gerald laughed as he swiped his key card and grabbed the door handle. “F...

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“Monsters of Bomarzo ” by Sandra Russo

Submitted to Contest #146

Fear. The ultimate emotion. Primordial. The human instincts whether real or perceived have given us all the ability to react swiftly with a startled heart, clammy palms or the nostalgic goosebumps up our arms triggered by a sight, a sound or even a thought.  It was this emotion that predominantly occupied the thoughts of Vicino Orisini, the Duke of Bomarzo. Haunted by his 11 years in service to the Papal Army. War is the most certain way to form traumatic triggers. Triggers that cause the sudden influx of shock to a system based on memo...

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“Appropriately Dressed ” by Sandra Russo

Submitted to Contest #145

No one ever snapped my bra. Which came as no surprise to me or my 40 C's. I didn't date. No one paid me compliments. My mother frequently told me I was ugly. I had to hide under oversized clothes. Baggy and resembling elephant skin. Grey, taupe, beige and any other dull color was required to hide my ugliness so that I wasn't vain and distracting.  One day, I was riding in the passenger seat of the family car listening to my mother lecture me on how no one would ever love me. I jumped. I jumped from the moving car. The pain in my ch...

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“Petunia ” by Sandra Russo

Submitted to Contest #78

Pamela loved her pigtails and often hooked her thumbs behind the straps of her Oshkosh B'gosh coveralls. Whether she knew she was precocious or not could never truly be ascertained. However she was the Apple of Vernon’s eye and had been for the nearly eight and a half years since she had arrived as a late in life baby. Today was certainly no exception! “I want to keep her,” Pamela stated in her usual tone which simply meant she wouldn't be persuaded otherwise. Vernon’s eyes twinkled. He normally would of just tossed the sleeping baby skunk...

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“Charles and the Sled” by Sandra Russo

Submitted to Contest #77

Estelle’s toothless smile was made brighter by the swirling snow. Charles had recommended they leave their dentures behind just in case they flew out and were lost among the snowdrifts. The snow was dry and powdery which made good pack and the snowshoes had made the trek that much easier. Well as easy as a trek in the snow could be for a pair of septuagenarians. The others had guffawed at the idea of a sledding excursion but the recent two day blizzard that blanketed the Sunnybrook Senior Home and surrounding area was the winter event o...

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“Catching the Odd Fish ” by Sandra Russo

Submitted to Contest #72

“He's an absolute lunatic!” My mother squealed to no one in particular.  “I don't know where she found him but she ought to put him back.” My Aunt stated matter of factly. They both were referring to my husband, Marv, who was puttering around outside with goggles on his face and sporting a very unusual spandex get up. He had all the appearances of a Christopher Lloyd doppelganger. That was even before he blew up the barn.  You see most women fall for hunks or Prince Charming types but I was never attracted to either. They didn't am...

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“Batter Way to do Business ” by Sandra Russo

Submitted to Contest #71

“Wakey Wakey, Mister Black. Mister Winky is waiting, “ the baritone brickhouse spoke. His oily little partner snickered. I was summarily picked up by the scruff of the neck and whisked away in a dark Kia sedan so fast I only caught the last three digits of the license plate: 666. The sedan quickly navigated every dark alley the city had to offer before coming to an abrupt halt outside Mommas Bakery on 81st and Lexington Ave.  Mommas bakery had looked better. The front window was smashed and the front door had an unnatural be...

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