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Susan Eaton

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2023

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Mistaken Idenity

Susan Eaton

Submitted to Contest #291

Mistaken Identity If you knew when Death was coming for you, you'd avoid him, of course you would. But you'd have to know what he looked like first and he's not at all as I imagined. I had finished university with a pretty good degree in journalism and that pushed me out of the job market because no-one would afford me. The rent needed paying so I got work where I could, in this case a little pub. It could have been worse. The King's Shilling mainly served lonely old men who came in for the social. Late one afternoon I was absentmi...

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The Visitor

Susan Eaton

Submitted to Contest #221

The Visitor I hope you’re all made of stern stuff as I’ve no wish to scare you, but I want to tell you what happened to me the other night. It was like this. It was very late, and I was in bed, settling down to sleep but still awake, if you know what I mean. I was at that point where I was warm and comfortable, although still conscious of the traffic noises outside. But if I heard something out of the ordinary, say, someone by my gate or footsteps on the drive I’d probably say, ‘Bu – blow it’ and turn over. I was that close to sleep. But I ...

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George William Scrivens

Susan Eaton

Shortlisted for Contest #205 ⭐️

George William Scrivens died the way he had lived – quietly and without a fuss. It came as bit of a surprise, even to him. One minute he was sitting in his cosy front room, preparing to watch his favourite programme on the television with a piping hot cup of tea. The next he was floating in the air staring down at his own body, slumped in his comfy chair as if he had fallen asleep. Perplexed he looked around. He watched as a diaphanous wisp of steam curled from the cup of tea cooling next to his neatly folded newspaper. The usual adverts cou...

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