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Susan Grant-Suttie

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020

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Joan White Cromwell Trelake and the uncertain death.

Susan Grant-Suttie

Submitted to Contest #294

In the year of our Lord, September, 1573My dearest brother Oliver, It is my hope that this letter finds you well. I hear through rumours that there are times you eat foods which cause you grief. Know, my dear brother Oliver, that I could not bare another burden of ill health relating to any of our family. I am writing to ask you to advise me during our Mother’s tumultuous time. My darling husband believes it would be better that you relieve me of further duties and so I am trusting your further instructions until you arrive. M...

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Desperate times call for desperate measures

Susan Grant-Suttie

Submitted to Contest #265

Jane stopped and looked at the question and image on her computer. “Could you live in this cottage in the middle of nowhere for a year with no internet and no city amenities?” Of course, it was a joke, who could do that? But it made her think about her employment situation and worse, the financial abyss she was falling into. Her first phone call was to her bill collector. An arrangement was made to pay at least $1,000 a month until the debt was paid off. After she put down the phone on its cradle, a phone so old, it ...

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Between the Neck and the Knees

Susan Grant-Suttie

Submitted to Contest #188

Between the Neck and the Knees. Douce I de Gévaudan, comtesse de Provence born 1101 By Susan Grant-Suttie ‘So what’s the catch?” thought Douce I de Gévaudan, comtesse de Provence, as it always came down to something between the neck and the knees. Her young servant woman, Bruna, giggled then scratched her hair through her headscarf, most likely it was the persistent head lice that was bothering her. After sucking a piece of meat out from between her teeth the Bruna then leaned in for some exaggerated privacy to...

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Same Bait, Same Fish

Susan Grant-Suttie

Submitted to Contest #120

Same Bait, Same Fish. By Susan Grant-Suttie belgone2001@gmail.com Word Count: 2,908 Bartel came over to my desk at work. “What are you doing Friday night?” Although he was the breath of fresh air in the stale office, it was not the rescue I wanted. I looked at him, giving him the second look through a different set of eyes. He had dark haired, long eyelashes, shorter than myself, Harry Potter style glasses, and he looked very much like an accountant in his university-style sweater and jeans with his stiff white shir...

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The Revelation.

Susan Grant-Suttie

Submitted to Contest #49

The Revelation. By S. Grant-Suttie belgone2001@gmail.com The Bishop had his back to the door and his face buried within his hands. He rested upon his knees, The scrapped baldness of the top of his head bobbed while whispering. He never saw the young Alaires genuflect as she was ushered into the private chapel. The priest was in mid conversation with his almighty. Alaires looked around the room and saw the candle light bending in the draft. When the man finished, he placed his fingers on his forehe...

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