Teresa Renton

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2021

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“Murder on the Train” by Teresa Renton

Murder on the Train TW Alludes to emotional and physical domestic violence She sat opposite me without a word, her head turned towards the window, her eyes unblinking. Her stony expression almost veiled her fear. I joined her in gazing at the passing landscape, each of us gaining and offering comfort from this shared activity. The rhythmic whoosh of the train continued, oblivious to everyt...

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“The Promise” by Teresa Renton

The Promise “Think about it,” Alex said one day. “They have offered me the big promotion. And you can work from anywhere. You’re portable.” He stretched his arms in front of her, palms open, shoulders hunched, defeat already tensing his features. After two years of dating, it made sense to move in together, but first Hannah couldn’t leave her sick dad, then she couldn’t leave his house, and Alex co...

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“The Breeze Watches” by Teresa Renton

T/W: Mental health; mild references to substance abuse; physical abuse/bullying. The Breeze Watches The pencil mark hovered a good two centimeters above the last one. I instructed my little boy to stand back against the doorframe for a second opinion. Jake giggled, delighted that he had dodged a mark by his dedication to growth. “I can’t turn my back for two minutes without you spurting up...

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“I Saw Something Weird in the Old Barn” by Teresa Renton

She ignored the voices outside her window, taunting at first, then riddled with malice as she continued to ignore them. Click click clackety-clack went her needles as yarn, needle, and finger fused into one rhythmic dance. I was standing before this charming cottage, wondering whether I should intervene. To pass by would be the simpler option, however a sense of moral duty prevented me from doing so. Thro...

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“A Subtle Shift of Shadow” by Teresa Renton

The last time I saw a face was about a month ago. Before that for twenty-two years I don’t remember seeing a real face. I was six months old - too young to remember anything- when they sealed our eyes over with a veil and virtual perfection became our reality. We lived in a curated world from before we were able to form memories; the Custodian Congress allocated experiences, physical attributes, and edu...

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