Simsim Rose

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2021

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“California Beaches ” by Simsim Rose

The bubbly champagne trickles down her throat as Piper gazes onto Santa Monica’s beach from her hotel suite.  It was new year’s eve and she had nowhere else to go so she bought herself a nice hotel room overlooking the ocean.  Sitting on her balcony she hears the waves crashing, sees the palm trees swaying, and hears the tourists laughing.  It’s her birthday.  She finally has enough money to buy a hotel room somewhere ni...

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“Office Coffee” by Simsim Rose

TW: Murder, suicide, and mental health are topics in this story “Denise? Denise!” Mark screams into the empty house when he gets home from work.  He pauses in the eerie silence of the dim hallway. The sun is setting and his stomach is turning. “Denise!”  He paces through the house until he reaches the bedroom.  Denise is in bed, with the covers up to her chest and she's blankly staring ...

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“Adler Acres ” by Simsim Rose

When I first moved to Lee Acres everyone welcomed us with food and polite conversation.  It was a nice neighborhood in New Mexico where my parents could buy a nice house with lots of property and retire early.  We were coming from the small town of Las Cruces to the big city of Albuquerque.  I was scared and really didn’t want to leave my friends. I’m only 12 years old and Las Cruces was all I knew. Our backyard was the ...

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“What I Wanted” by Simsim Rose

I didn’t have a choice. My family said I needed to get married. Gerard wanted to marry me. Did anyone ask if I ever had a dream? No. They just said, “Get married before you’re too old. You’re not smart enough for college.”  Gerard was a kind, fireman that drove across town to have dinner with his mom and dad every Thursday. On our first date, he made me laugh with stories of clumsy firefighters slipping o...

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“Say It with an IPA ” by Simsim Rose

I loved working mornings at the bar.  It was usually slow until happy hour then I make my money and go home.  In the meantime, I slowly prep the bar and take occasional sips of coffee. It also gives me time to chat with regulars who tip me well.  A woman with neat curls and dark skin comes in and slams her arms down on the sparkling clean bar.   She pulls her petite frame up to lean across the bar.                ...

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