Shirley Brand

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2021

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“The Drawing Room” by Shirley Brand

The drawing-room had once been his wife's. Carolina's, he claimed it after her death, so many years ago. During childbirth. Once it had been a place to gather, chat, laugh, enjoy. At the moment he felt very much alone. The door opened, Martha entered carrying a tray with light lunch, soup, a sandwich, coffee. a piece of ginger cake. She set it on a table that was set between two chairs. "W...

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“Eclipse of Capella” by Shirley Brand

Jeff had been a long-time volunteer at the Observatory. Today was going to be one for the books. His years of interest in space as a Space Engineer, working off-planet a good deal of the time during his career. Was definitely adding to the excitement, making this day more special. "This will be so wonderful to see old friends, meet new people." He said as he reached the top step. Watching the Professor of...

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“ The Connection ” by Shirley Brand

"Good morning Sunshine." The big orange tabby sat staring at Gloria. "Do you ever sleep in?" It had been the same start to every day going on nine years. Gloria lived in a small seaside cottage in South Carolina. Sunshine had shown up one day after a terrible rainstorm, not very old and very hungry, he stayed. Gloria swung her legs to the floor. "We are going up to the University today, ha...

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“....But Not Forgotten” by Shirley Brand

On the far left of the multi-matted frame, the sweet face stared back at her. Remembering, his eyes, the color of single malt whiskey. Such a strong contrast to the gray fur. He had shown up on new years day 1999, they had just purchased a small farm, after their return from Texas. Had spent the first day of the year doing the final clean-up, brought the horses, groceries, and a bed, movers expected early the next day.

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“Clamshells” by Shirley Brand

KD listened from behind closed eyes, covers pulled to her chin. It sounded like the clacking of cha-chas, flamingo dancers used them. She lay in silence another few minutes. "Damn what is that?" She threw back the covers. "Who's there?" She pulled on her robe, moved towards the french doors she had left ajar, wanting to hear the ocean as she fell asleep. "Who's there?" Pushing the screen door open she ste...

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