Thomas Philbrick

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2020

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“The Bridge” by Thomas Philbrick

TW: suicide “That should be it, right Jimmy?” “Yeah.” Jim threw a rope over the loaded truck and heard it thump the steel frame on the other side. He tightened the rope and made a loop with both strands, passed the end through the loop, fed it through one of the metal hooks on the headboard, and cinched it down into a trucker’s hitch. The load swayed and he heard the rubber feed bins screech softly against the tailgate. “You heading out soon?” “...

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“The Mill Road” by Thomas Philbrick

I The man stared at the ceiling. His feet hung off the side of the bed. A distant lawnmower buzzed in and out of the afternoon and a soft breeze pulled at the saturated room. He closed his eyes. . . . Again the lawnmower wafted into the room. “Damn lawnmowers.” He leapt to his feet when his phone rang. It was the post office in Errol. A packa...

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“Potica” by Thomas Philbrick

Anton pointed at his watch. “Soon,” he said. I nodded and dipped my hand into the clear water of the marble fountain. The coolness rushed up my arm and I felt the urge to go swimming. The square was long and open, ascending in gradually-stepped stone staircases toward the Art Institute on our right and stretching down into Ljubljana on our left. Anton had not told us why we were waiting at the fo...

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“Under Seven-Mile Bridge” by Thomas Philbrick

It had been a year since the last run. A lot happens in a year. Hope my legs still remember how. One false move and you’re under and you don’t come up. Like Jonesy on Richardson. Jonesy was never coming up. “We need the extra men, you see Mike,” the crew boss had explained. “Can’t run the whole thing with only twenty poles. Just can’t do it.” “Sure.” “You game for it?” “S...

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“The Visitor” by Thomas Philbrick

We left early. The truck was loaded with planks, shingles, tar, plywood, and any other roofing materials Grampa thought we would need. He had overpacked, but that was to be expected. The lake was choppy when we arrived. I tried to give Dad the good bar but he wouldn’t take it. “You’re worth more with that than I am,” he said. We began ripping shingles off the roof. “Any word from Sam?” I ...

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“The Mill Road” by Thomas Philbrick

I The man stared at the ceiling. His feet hung off the side of the bed. A distant lawnmower buzzed in and out of the afternoon and a soft breeze pulled at the saturated room. He closed his eyes. . . . Again the lawnmower wafted into the room. “Damn lawnmowers.” He leapt to his feet when his phone rang. It was ...

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“The Yoke” by Thomas Philbrick

“Easy, Sam.” He ran his hand down the ox’s ribcage and shuffled toward the front of the trailer. The creature swung his head around, wide-eyed, and his horns hit the metal frame of the trailer. “How much do they weigh?” called a bystander. “3,200,” he replied without looking. “Each.” His assigned stalls were near the far end where the hill sloped down toward the camper village. They were ...

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