Valerie Church

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2022

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“Silver Wedding” by Valerie Church

Submitted to Contest #189

SILVER WEDDING ‘Nearly seven o’clock, Brad. People will start arriving any minute’. I looked at my wife. ‘You’re looking good.’ ‘Only ‘good’? Tonight’s a special occasion. You might pull out all the stops and say ‘beautiful!’ ‘You know me. Moderation in all things. Including compliments.’ She heaved a small sigh. ‘Indeed. Only moderately passionate these days. But I have to accept that we’re both getting older.’ She tucked her arm into mine. ‘But I still love you. And the silver earrings are beautiful.’ She touched them appreciat...

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“CAT” by Valerie Church

Submitted to Contest #187

CAT. Deep in the Herefordshire countryside, a small village baked under a midsummer sun. A woman strolled past the shop, the pub and the church, turned towards a cluster of houses that backed on to a large area of natural woodland, and stopped at the last house in the row. Frances knew her friend would be in the back garden, so made her way through the wrought iron gate next to the house. Jocelyn’s garden was what she described as a riot of colour. Not everyone’s taste, Frances thought, ...

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“The Collector” by Valerie Church

Submitted to Contest #185

THE COLLECTOR Arthur was, as usual, the last to leave his office. He tidied his desk, emptied the waste basket, put the file he was working on back into the filing cabinet and brushed away a recalcitrant morsel of fluff. He liked to keep his desk clean and orderly, shuddering at the thought of the sticky remains of surreptitious snacks he had noticed on his neighbour’s working surface. Not that his own work station really deserved to be called a desk, more of a corner, actually, the end of a shelf housing office equipment, first aid box etc....

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“War and Peace 1920” by Valerie Church

Submitted to Contest #183

WAR AND PEACE, 1920 William awoke to the sharp clatter of breaking glass. Second time this week, he thought as he surveyed the window opposite his bed, visible as a grey square against the blackness of his room, as February inched reluctantly towards the equinox. Light enough now for him to put a match to the small candle that was his only source of illumination. But he would wait, he was not in a hurry. Another few minutes and there would be enough daylight to locate a dustpan and brush, sweep up the debris scattered over the floor of the ...

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“Moomy” by Valerie Church

Submitted to Contest #176

‘Clang! The cage vibrated as the metal grid snapped down to block Moomy’s escape. He panicked, searching frantically for an exit, biting at the mesh that enclosed him. Dad rabbit had warned him, if you’re hungry, don’t go for anything that’s not growing in the ground. Those two-legged creatures leave chunks of stuff lying around in all kinds of strange places. They’ll try and trap you, he’d said. Be very careful. A selfish lot, they don’t want to share the plants they grow. M...

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