Tom Moser

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2020

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“The Veil Woven By Mercy” by Tom Moser

Submitted to Contest #35

The digital clock came as a Christmas gift to her mother, intended to be a less abrupt morning alarm than the old clock by her bedside. The old device was a flip display clock that made a clicking sound every minute when a new plastic number would flip over.              “It is a lovely clock,” her mother said to her eldest daughter, Janice, who was the gift-giver on Christmas morning. “Look at all those buttons, I’ll never figure out how to work the thing,” she suggested as sh...

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“Uncle Stan and Uncle Stan” by Tom Moser

Submitted to Contest #33

They were across the border with no place to hide and no place to run. The passenger knew hiding and running were not real options. It was easy to cross the world’s longest undefended border from America into Canada in those days when a mere driver’s license was the ticket north. The border security officer looked at his father’s identification and accepted their reason for visiting Canada.            “How long are you going to be in Canada?” the officer asked the driver.  &nbs...

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“Dark Arts And The Gift” by Tom Moser

Submitted to Contest #32

“Beer, cold beer! First call on ice cold beer!” he yelled to the crowd. Spring Training in Arizona had become Larry’s favorite time of year, both because of the weather, and because it commenced the short season of his career as a beer vendor at the baseball stadium. Larry had other jobs to supplement his one-month income in Arizona, but his other jobs did not provide the same allure of MLB baseball, tradition, the fans and seeing new ballplayer prospects. The other jobs also did not involve using the gift. By the end of Spring Training, Lar...

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“Even The Dead Have Assignments” by Tom Moser

Submitted to Contest #30

“How did you get my phone number?” the Detective asked the person on the other end of the call to his cell phone. “We don’t have numbers where I am,” said the voice. “Rather, there are numbers, but they are all the same. Oh, and we don’t allow call blocking here, but you are welcome to try,” he added. The Detective considered how to ask the next question or whether just to terminate the call. “Go ahead with call blocking. Better yet, hang up and see what happens,” said the caller. The Detective pushed the red icon on his phone and waited f...

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“Primogeniture In The Rear-view. ” by Tom Moser

Submitted to Contest #29

The framed black and white family photographs on display easels were arranged on top of the console television, surrounding the misplaced mantle clock. The RCA Victor television was also black and white, installed inside a walnut-stained pinewood casing, set on four spindle legs. William looked at the photographs arranged on top of the television, and the larger hand-colored photographs on the wall behind the television. The photos displayed the faces of family members he did not know.        &nbs...

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“Jurors, Do The Math” by Tom Moser

Submitted to Contest #27

“The judge writes everything down by hand,” Juror 1 observed, as she looked out the courthouse window of the jury room. She was a middle-aged woman with a matronly figure. “We don’t get to take notes. What’s with that?” Juror 4 responded as she sat at the table across the room. “I think we’re supposed to use our memory,” Juror 2 suggested, without looking up. He was a casually dressed young man, with a beard and a ‘Semper Fi’ tattoo on his right forearm. He wore black Harley Davidson boots every day of trial and jury selection. It was a six...

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“We Are Legion” by Tom Moser

Submitted to Contest #26

“All the people in the synagogue were furious when they heard this. They got up, drove him out of the town, and took him to the brow of a hill on which the town was built, in order to throw him off the cliff. But he walked right through the crowd and went on his way.” Luke 4The people around here don’t know my name, but most have heard of me. I enjoy my privacy and have no complaints about being a topic of conversation at the local temples, inns, marketplaces, and even among the Romans soldiers. When I do overhear gossip about me, I listen p...

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“New Year's Resolution In A Crossfire.” by Tom Moser

Submitted to Contest #25

Detective Nielsen recently was transferred to Narcotics after having worked with Homeland Security since 2011. In December, the Seattle PD promoted him to detective and in January, he started working undercover drug transactions. Originally from Montana, he now called Seattle home and learned to tolerate the rain. He even bragged to friends and family in Montana that you don’t need to shovel rain in the winter to get out of your driveway. Working Homeland Security had been an interesting job for Nielsen, but he was glad to get out from behin...

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“Snow Along The DMZ” by Tom Moser

Submitted to Contest #23

The DMZ is a miserable place any time of the year, especially in winter. I was an infantry soldier in the U.S. Army stationed on the DMZ in the winter of 1968. The DMZ is a demilitarized zone partly in North Korea and partly in South Korea. The actual boundary between the two countries was in the middle, but nobody explained to us where one country started, and the other ended. Maybe that was the point; the lack of demarcation created plausible deniability. The DMZ is a two-kilometer wide buffer that runs across the Korean Peninsula, from th...

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“A Granddaughter In Moscow” by Tom Moser

Submitted to Contest #22

It was the noise outside the hotel that woke her. Was it a horse? Maybe it was bells that invaded her sleep. No matter, it was daylight, and she had appointments on this first day of the new year. She reached for her cell phone on the bedside table and discovered she had failed to connect it to the charger. The phone still responded when she picked it up, but there was no greeting with the time and date on the screen. She put it down and stretched herself awake. The phone would charge while she was in the shower. As she pulled back the sheet...

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