Scott Snyder

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2020

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“Grandma Bea's Sugar Cookies” by Scott Snyder

I had written down all the ingredients I had used in each iteration in my quest to reproduce a family favorite. At family gatherings, numerous individuals had said that her sugar cookies were the best, and that no one had been able to make them like she did. In fact, I had used a spread sheet to list the ingredients and the quantities of each attempt. The descriptions given to me by several of my relative...

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“The Ties that Bind” by Scott Snyder

The Ties that Bind Faith Pernitelli walked into her office and plunked into the chair, exhausted after a long day. “Busy?” David asked.   There had been a cesarean section early in the morning, rounds after the operation had taken longer than usual, and extra patients had come to the office for one thing or another. “No, Dad, just the usual,” she answered. It was t...

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“In Plain Sight” by Scott Snyder

“Nine-one-one. What is your emergency?” “I just saw someone murder my neighbor’s daughter. I saw the killer and I know who he is.” Trembling, he could hardly hold the phone to his ear. “What is your name, please?” “Abraham Westbrink. They call me Skip.” “Thank you, Skip. What is your address, please?” “Four fourteen West Mulberry.” “What is the address of your nex...

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“A Two-Alarm Fire and Mashed Potatoes” by Scott Snyder

Families can be fiery places, sometimes bringing out the worst in us.  Ours is no exception.  There were usually feisty arguments, heated discussions, and even a few insults.  A newcomer to the family might be intimidated, afraid, or terrified by certain conversations, which, for our family, is table talk.  Some of it is negative, but not meant to be.  Grudges, while extant, are the exception. “I am glad you a...

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“Leaves on Fire” by Scott Snyder

By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. In a warm, fresh breeze, the leaves waved at us in a fashion making the Queen proud, each with its unique color, from the brightest of yellows to the deepest of maroons, they tantalized our eyes. It was fall. This tree had been here since I was a child. I remember it when my parents brought me here for the rare Friday evening hamburger, when my grandfather ...

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Author bio

I am a retired obstetrician learning to write. I have self-published a terrible book and have a better one on the way. I live in rural Missouri and spent part of my career in New Mexico.