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Tanya Forsyth Taylor

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2021

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Profit & Loss

Tanya Forsyth Taylor

Submitted to Contest #131

The click of the rocking chair on the wooden floor created a meditative sound. The woman's gnarled hands were white as she gripped the armrests. A letter sat on her lap, its folds bringing the top and bottom of the embossed paper together. A scent of jasmine caught on the breeze. She breathed deeply. The turmoil of loss swirled deep within her, the news in the letter reminding her just how much of her life had gone as Images of the past flooded her memory. ** * * * 'Ah, Mr and Mrs Gould, how wonderful to see you. Please come in. It will be ...

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Tells and Truth

Tanya Forsyth Taylor

Submitted to Contest #127

TELLS and TRUTH ‘I have a copy of your advert right here. It reads: Need direction in your life? Call Luna Blaise authentic experienced star seed moon psychic! The thing is your real, authentic name is Jan Smith. By the reports we have received nothing about Luna Blaise is authentic. I don’t understand why anyone believes in such things, never mind someone who pays for it. This is your third complaint through fair-trading in two weeks. If it was not for the fact your customers could not produce receipts, you would need to pay serious fines...

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Secrets

Tanya Forsyth Taylor

Submitted to Contest #126

Secrets The dappled light muted the harsh summer rays of the Australian sun. I cruised along my picturesque street lined with beautiful architect-designed homes creating a wealthy ambience for those who lived there. I loved this part of the drive home. It gave me time to turn off from work demands and once more become the mother and wife in the O’Brien family. As I flew through the round a bout into my street the sound of horns blasting ferociously around me shattered my reverie. Cars were stopped in the middle of the road. Instinctively I ...

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Claire-A-Belle Theatre

Tanya Forsyth Taylor

Submitted to Contest #123

A solitary lady stood on the catwalk six metres above the show. She gazed down, making out the figures on the stage below. Heat rose around her as the suspended lights glowed brightly. The bridge walkway both alarmed and exhilarated her, even after all the years being a part of the theatre. She giggled, remembering the fear she once felt on the catwalk. Her manager would make her come up whenever she made a mistake in her work at the theatre. ‘Claire, if you are to learn focus, you must develop discipline. Up you go and close the barn doors...

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