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Steve Kaye

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2020

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I Do. You Can’t. He Better.

Steve Kaye

Submitted to Contest #47

The synagogue was filling up. After what felt like an eternity, the day had arrived. The planning that you ignored and the people who you knew but did not know each other were being ushered into the main sanctuary. Your brother, who you mistakenly asked to be your Best Man, opened the back door allowing you a peek to see how the beginning of the end of your life was about to take place.“Executions,” you mumbled with your suddenly pale white skin, “are less painful.”Your brother stared at your slumped posture, listening to your shallow breath...

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Lunch at the Hideaway

Steve Kaye

Submitted to Contest #43

“Steve Kaye. Can I help you?”“You free for lunch?”“Oh, gee. Let me check my calendar. I think I can move some things.”“Okay. I’ll see you there at noon.” Click.I hung up the phone and exhaled. “Okay, I can walk out of here now, see three accounts, grab the number 2 or 3 uptown to 34th Street and hoof it over to 37th Street.”I grabbed a few papers off my desk, carefully placed them in the briefcase next to my desk, and reached for my overcoat on the empty desk behind me. “Lunch with Dad. A few cocktails and my problems will be solved. Okay. I...

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No More Mister Nice Guy

Steve Kaye

Submitted to Contest #33

“Hello,” she said, picking up the kitchen phone. “No. Not yet. Yes, they’re both here. Okay, let me just give it to him and I’ll meet you at Neiman’s in about twenty minutes.”Upon hanging up, my mother walked into the dining room, picked up a large white Macy’s box, and dropped it on my lap.I was sitting on the couch in the family room, with my fiancé on my right and my father, sitting in his La-Z-Boy recliner on the left.My father removed his glasses and squinted as the gift slid off my lap to the floor. “What’s that?”My mother rolled her e...

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Forever Young

Steve Kaye

Submitted to Contest #32

“So, what are you gonna do?”“About what?”“Your marriage.”“I don’t know.”“You’re miserable. She checks up on you at work. She reads your e-mails when you’re not home. She even reads your texts when you're sleeping.”He was right. His little cousin, who wasn’t so little anymore, was right. Benny Cohen was fifteen years younger than Dean. The relationship was more than two family members. Dean Gibbs thought of his cousin as the little brother he never had. Benny learned to appreciate his cousin’s guidance. Upon entering high schoo...

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3 a.m.

Steve Kaye

Submitted to Contest #30

Three o'clock in the morning can seem glorious. It’s quiet. It’s eternal. And all problems are on hold.When I was in my twenties 3 a.m. meant I had been out drinking in New York City and was happy to make it back to my apartment with no visible signs of stupidity (i.e. lost wallet, bent glasses, blood on my shirt, etc.…).In my thirties, 3 a.m. meant I made it back to my apartment in Boca after a night of drinking and smoking pot with a friend.In my forties, 3 a.m. meant teething and feedings. My wife informed me she was not breastfeeding, so...

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When Relationships Fool Us

Steve Kaye

It was colder than Joe expected as he walked from the elevator to his Lexus. He was wearing his zippered sweatshirt, olive cargo shorts, and sneakers. When he started the engine, he turned the heat to 78 before changing the radio to Maddog Sports.He heard the howling of the wind as he approached Interstate 95 southbound. As the red light turned green and the 6:00 A.M. darkness faded to light, Joe glanced at the dashboard and saw the 53 degrees registering on the outside temperature.“Too cold for South Florida,” he thought as he sped up from ...

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Running From Himself

Steve Kaye

Submitted to Contest #29

The whistle blew signaling the end of the first half. Turning towards the pool in his backyard, Bob watched as the sun was sinking on this November Saturday.His wife was behind him in the kitchen, seasoning a turkey. “Can you lower the volume please?” He muted the tv, reached for the empty glass in front of him, and stood. “What’s up? Is that for tonight?”“I thought since it’s Thanksgiving weekend and we went to the Miller’s on Thursday you’d like a turkey. I need you to take Tommy to Dylan’s house. He’s going there for dinner and prob...

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You walked into that room and entered my heart

Steve Kaye

Submitted to Contest #29

Love is a funny thing. Every Friday when I was five years old my mother would drive me to my grandmother’s house. My brother and sister were in school and my mother’s beauty parlor was around the corner from Nanny.She dropped me off at ten o’clock and would re-appear after lunch with her hair coiffed majestically and a trunk filled with groceries.It was a fun day. Nanny, dressed in her suit, hat, and white gloves and I drove around the corner to the deli where the man behind the counter handed me a piece of lox on a bagel, before getting dow...

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He Married a Narc, She Stole His Life

Steve Kaye

Submitted to Contest #29

The small room was filling up on this very warm, and humid July South Florida morning. Old friends and family from New York had arrived at Palm Beach International Airport on the same flight without knowing they were heading to the same destination.The backroom saw the family standing by Maddie Gibbs, draped in black and for the first time in Dean’s memory, with no jewelry.As the Rabbi looked on, he lifted his head and said, “It’s time.”The family slowly walked towards the front row and sat on the pristine, shiny bench with the Rabbi standin...

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