Trudy Jas

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2023

Stories (82)

82 Stories

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“Keeper of the Flame” by Trudy Jas

Submitted to Contest #232

I am a failure.I am so utterly ashamed of myself. I want to hang my head. I want to cry. But I may not, I cannot, under no circumstance break posture. My job is to stand tall, smile and hold the flame.But I lost the flame.Even though it is shameful, so utterly shameful to stand here in the dark without a flame, I will not indulge in dramatic displays of distress. I will keep my dignity.My only salvation is that the little prince is not in residence. I fear that he would cry if he could not see me in the dark. For he always looks at me when h...

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“Dear Son.” by Trudy Jas

Submitted to Contest #232

John paces nervously up and down the back yard. He keeps looking at his watch and back to the overcast, starless, dull black sky. Are the clouds in the way? Will he be able to see it? Did he understand the message correctly? Is this the night? What time is it now? 10:47.Max whines and drops his ball at John's feet. Distracted, he tosses the ball toward the bushes, only to have it dropped back on his feet in mere seconds."Sorry, boy. It's kind of dark to be tossing balls. I promise we'll go to the park tomorrow." Max whines but settles at his...

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“We're Okay.” by Trudy Jas

Submitted to Contest #231

(Grunt) Coffee... Drip faster ... Ah! ... More ...Must have been that last glass...What time is it? Noon? Half the year is gone, already.More coffee....Alright, I promised myself. Let's do this. Paper. Pen. Here goes.Jan. 1, '24. New Year's Resolutions.... (Chew on pen)... (Make more coffee)... (Blank stare)I'll be a better person.Suzie, baby cakes, define 'I'.Huh? Who are you?We'll get to that, just do it.I, me, 1st person singular.You mean the one in charge, the one occupying your space? The love of your own life. The most important person...

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“Happy New Year?” by Trudy Jas

Submitted to Contest #231

I stare into the bottom of the glass and contemplate the last swallow. Absentmindedly, I swirl the wet tumbler in lazy circles over the bar. If I drain the glass, the question will be whether to order another or leave. And go where? Yes, unlike some, I do have a home with a roof, a bed, hot and cold running water.And echoes.Echoes of someone to come home to, of cold feet to warm, of comfort food to eat, of secrets, jokes, hugs and laughs shared. Of medication and nausea, of pain and helplessness, of fake smiles and false bravery, of promises...

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“HD - 496327584” by Trudy Jas

Submitted to Contest #230

The world has come to an end. Oh, it's still spinning, the sun is still shining, she supposes. Dogs still bark, cows graze, probably, but life as Diane has known is gone.A week ago, what the movie Independence Day had predicted, had happened. Hundreds of alien ships had appeared and hovered just outside the earth's atmosphere. Thousands of smaller ships, stuffed to the gills with humanoids, had been deployed. It really had not been a fair fight.Something resembling dirty bombs had been detonated, paralyzing all humans. In just a matter of ho...

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“Foolishly Hopeful” by Trudy Jas

Submitted to Contest #229

I'm dead on my feet, my head still buzzing from endless hours of whining jet engines. Stiff and numb from what seems like days waiting and sitting in narrow and uncomfortable seats. Exhausted from lack of sleep, dehydration and too many peanuts.It's been years since I've been home. My job has taken me all over the world. I enjoy my work but flitting about doesn't lend itself to making friends. That's okay, I tell myself. I'm not very good at making and keeping friends. I've learned that it's less painful to say goodbye with a smile, than won...

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“Caramel Eyes” by Trudy Jas

Submitted to Contest #227

Looking up from my computer I see that the sky has turned that undefinable shade of grey, the one that promises snow. I take my cup of tea to the window and watch for the first flake to float down. Taking a mental tour of the pantry and the woodpile, I decided that yeah, we should be good and smile as the first one flutters by.I smile because I remember that first sled ride. I'm bundled up in a snow suit, hood up, scarf around my neck, mittens on my hands. I'm sitting on the sled, beaming, squealing. Mickie is behind me, his short arms holdi...

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Author bio

Being single and retired left me with no one to talk to. So, I started telling myself stories. To keep from becoming (even more) eccentric, I decided to write them down. I find I kinda like doing this, and like the good little perfectionist I am, I want to become better. So, any constructive feedback, (and praise) is always welcome.

Shortlisted 5 stories ⭐️

Contest #255

Cheers, Mom. – read story

Contest #254

Whispers – read story

Contest #245

The Light at the Edges – read story

Contest #242

The Night Watchman – read story

Contest #237

For the Last Time – read story