Simon Ireson

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2024

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9 Stories

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“New World Feelings” by Simon Ireson

Submitted to Contest #288

Priya stepped through the round hatch into her explorer pod, turning to allow her suit to accept the waiting latch cables. She reached up and detached the fishbowl helmet from the ceiling, sliding it over her head and rotating it to lock to the suit. Most explorers preferred the military helmet with the armoured sides. Priya liked the view of everything around her. She wanted to almost feel the wind against her face when she stepped onto a new world—despite it frequently being a toxic gas. As a youngster on Luyten B, she had been forever get...

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“Just Desserts” by Simon Ireson

Submitted to Contest #287

Amber tilted the teapot and poured perfectly-brewed English Breakfast tea into two pristine oversized white cups. She is careful to pour the liquid so that it doesn’t drip or slosh as it flows. The clients, especially this client, are particular in their standards and spilling tea would be a disaster for her. She needed this evening to go well. She’d planned for too long.Placing the pot silently on the trolley beside her, Amber picked up a clear jug of milk and offered it to the diners. The man waved it away, but the woman across nodded and ...

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“Zero Content Satellite Delay” by Simon Ireson

Submitted to Contest #285

“Hello? … Hello?”“Hi, sweetie.”“Hello? Who is—ah, hello, Mum. Is everything alright?”“Can you hear me?”“This is a surprise. These calls are expen—yes, I can hear you.”“What time is it with you, Sweetheart? It’s three-thirty here.”“There’s a delay, Mum. You have to wait till I stop, then speak. It’s after midnight here.”“I think there’s a delay on the line. It’s probably because of all the rain.”“We have to take turns, Mum.”“Oh, you have a delay too. Midnight! It can’t be that late; it’s only the afternoon here.”“The rain won’t affect anyth—y...

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“A Festive Exchange” by Simon Ireson

Submitted to Contest #281

Ruby pressed the doorbell and waited on the chilly doorstep of her sister’s townhouse. Footprints in the snow showed that she was not the first. She saw movement through the obscured glass as her identical twin, Amber, opened the door. Her familiar face was immaculately made, her ginger hair a mass of curly flames.“Ruby! You’re here.” She leant close. “Mother’s doing her thing, and dad’s three sherries in. Safest bet is to find Toby.”Ruby smiled. “Thanks for the heads up. Wasn’t sure what to bring.” She held up a plastic bag with a bottle of...

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“Final Interview” by Simon Ireson

Submitted to Contest #280

“Welcome, Mr. Thomas.”“Call me Henry.”“Of course. I’m Natalie Bishop, and this interview will be the final stage of your application with MI5. If all goes well, I will be able to offer you a position as an agent handler today. Please sit down.”“Thanks. Lovely to meet you. Sorry, I’m a little early.”“Not at all, better that way. Help yourself to water at any time. Did you come on the tube?”“No. Walked over. We’re not far from my flat.”“It’s Camden, isn’t it? Lived there long?”“Yes, and no. Yes, I live in Camden. No, only for the last three mo...

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“Decay and Devotion” by Simon Ireson

Submitted to Contest #279

Darkness.Ethan blinked, his eyelids scraping against dry eyes. Still blackness. Odd.He lifted his arm, and his fist immediately banged into something solid. He was inside a box. Wooden and barely bigger than him. It was a struggle to get a hand up to his face.As he rubbed his eyes, he considered his position. Was he dreaming? No. He was fully awake, of that he was sure. He didn't feel his heart rate rise or his breathing change. He was usually terrified of tight places -- had been since getting trapped behind the sofa as a child. Yet, he was...

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“Perfect Day” by Simon Ireson

Submitted to Contest #275

Helen felt amazing. Only three days into a week off work, she had so much time for activities. The spa visit had thoroughly pampered her body and the morning meditation had rested her mind. Her chakras were beautifully balanced after a healing session and she was even wearing a brand new fluffy jumper. This was the result of a little retail therapy – made necessary, as she was a little underdressed for the chilly air.She almost floated across the ground as she left the shopping centre, turning onto the high street. It was a regular Wednesday...

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“Chance Meeting” by Simon Ireson

Submitted to Contest #274

The wheels of Julia’s bicycle crunched through fallen leaves as she came to a stop beneath a maple tree. Clouds of breath puffed through her self-knitted scarf as she rested the bike against the nearby bike rack. A short rummage in the wicker basket above the front wheel produced a battered U-lock. She stuck it through the bike frame and trapped the metal rack with the metal bar. There was no attempt to find a key since the lock had long since broken. She figured cycle locks were mostly a deterrent. Locking it was a waste of time – she had y...

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“Third Date” by Simon Ireson

Submitted to Contest #272

It was an amazing evening. Isobel’s third date, since joining ‘Find Your Mate’, was going well. Being honest, she would admit this was the first time she had been relaxed enough to enjoy herself. Equally, her dinner companion was a huge improvement. He was a little energetic, but great company. She thought his eagerness to please was likely due to him being as nervous as her. Tom, as his profile named him, claimed this was his first time trying internet dating. Isobel was unconvinced. He seemed quite at home with the ins and outs of a nice m...

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Author bio

Just a guy who writes a bit, plays piano a bit, and lives on beautiful Orkney.