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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2021
Submitted to Contest #100
He lounged on the sofa, staring at his screen as I raced about preparing our breakfast. My hands shook, as I walked to the table, causing the egg to wobble a little. “It’s ready.” He tore his eyes away from the screen and fixed them on me. “Let’s hope they’re better than last time.” The edges of his tone cut right though me. Grabbing up the plate he collapsed back into his well-worn spot on the sofa. “I’m sure they are.” I try to fill my voice with as much lightness as possible. My mind went numb, The deed had been do...
Submitted to Contest #94
Looking back, I was a ticking time bomb. Heat had built up in my body and must have fried my brain. What other explanation could there be? I had been simmering away for a while but it took an act of betrayal to finally send me over the edge. My mind had concocted a plan of its own accord. I was just the body carrying it out. It’s not an excuse, it’s the only way I can explain it. Who was controlling my mind? I can’t really say but I know it wasn’t me, plain old Stella. “Well?” Dr Starr asks, pen tapping on her notepad. “How long had ...
Submitted to Contest #93
“Thank you everyone for coming here today, it’s not every day you turn eighty. A special thank you to my daughter Janet, for opening up her home to us today and my other daughter, Carolyn for helping her plan it” Mary pauses to look at them each in turn. “Cheers girls.” Her two grey-haired ‘girls’ raise their glasses in her direction as a cheer erupts. Mary has to raise her voice a pitch or two to get over the top of the exuberance. “I love you kids!” Janet and Carolyn smile at their mother and blow her a kiss. The formalities over, ev...
Submitted to Contest #92
Eloise sits on a park bench in a city far from home. She is so deep in thought that she doesn’t notice a man approaching her, until a shadow falls over her. “There you are, I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” Eloise looks up to see an older man, with a greying beard, peering down at her. Once he would have been a very attractive guy but age has done some damage. Uninvited, he plonks himself down next to Eloise so the edges of their legs meet. Reflexively she shifts her petite frame to the left. The man leans closer, his brown eyes l...
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