Tricia Cundiff

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2023

Stories (6)

6 Stories

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“Not Again...” by Tricia Cundiff

Submitted to Contest #190

“I’ve had it. It’s time someone did something about this. And it looks like it’s up to me.” I had seen it happen once too often. There had to be a line drawn. “Yeah, so what are you going to do? Come on; you keep saying you’ll do something about it and never do. You just let it go every time.” My disheveled husband of forty-three years doesn’t even look at me as he says it. I roll my eyes, but not where he can see me. He would just laugh. And I’m unsure what I might do if he did that. What happened to that adorable long-haired hip...

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“Speak Truth!” by Tricia Cundiff

Submitted to Contest #190

“Speak now.” I heard the voice: I could hear it quite clearly. But what to say? I was blindfolded, hands tied behind me, and feet tied to the legs of a chair. “I don’t know what to say,” I began. “Speak only truth,” the voice said. Male voice, I was pretty certain. The expectation of rape or worse. Was there worse? Of course, there was. There was . . . nothing. Death. “I will tell the truth. But I don’t know what you want me to say.” “Not what I want! Truth. Say what think.” English must not be native to whoever this was. I...

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“Google Doogle” by Tricia Cundiff

Submitted to Contest #189

I have a story to tell, though no one will believe me. When I lie in my bed at night, I barely believe it myself. But in the light of day, as I see my wife and daughter playing in the backyard, I know it all to be true. The tale must be told, although few may ever read these words. But the truth of it should be laid down, for I can take no credit for the changes in my life. I am a man of little worth, a real s.o.b. Barely able to hold on to a job, I manage to keep us from being homeless and enough food on the table. Berating my wife regularl...

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“I'll Take Door Number Two, Please” by Tricia Cundiff

Submitted to Contest #188

The car used to be the envy of her friends; those with kids who couldn’t imagine having to place them in the backseat and those that couldn’t see their way to spending the extra money for something they called too extravagant for their pocketbooks. Of course, they loved riding in it, top-down, and their hair tied up. But where were they now? Not anywhere close to here, she was sure of that. The Mustang was a fun ride, comfortable for the driver and front-seat passenger, not so much for the back seat, which usually just housed discarded...

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“CatWalk” by Tricia Cundiff

Submitted to Contest #187

“I will never understand why I must go on walks with you. It is quite unseemly.” “Don’t be silly. You know they only want us to be one big happy family. We must do things together and be close to one another. You are much too self-centered, you know. And we both could use the exercise, if you don’t mind me mentioning it.” “Me?! Ridiculous. I am a large cat; I’m not supposed to be skin and bones! I simply know what I deserve and wish that this family, as you call it, would understand that I deserve much more than a companion like yourself.” “...

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“Suki” by Tricia Cundiff

Submitted to Contest #187

The knock at the door woke him. Grumbling under his breath, he rose from the couch and lumbered to the door. Peeping thru the side window's mini-blinds, he recognized the old biddy from across the street. The only one in the neighborhood that hadn't been here yet, he thought to himself. God, let this be the last, he said under his breath as he opened the door. "Marvin! Oh, I'm so, so sorry I haven't been here earlier. You know, my Pookie's been sickly all week, and I saw all the comin's and goin's over here and thought I would just wait to c...

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