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Vicki Zafiropoulos

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2021

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Going solo

Vicki Zafiropoulos

Submitted to Contest #109

Going SoloIt is lonesome at the check-out after eleven pm. There are rarely more than a handful of visitors sauntering the aisles at any one time and no more than two or three bodies lining up at the register at any given point. They are also in no particular hurry and want to have a friendly s...

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Molly's Christmas

Vicki Zafiropoulos

Submitted to Contest #105

Molly’s Christmas It was shady and cool hiding under the shrubs outside in the garden this Christmas morning, and it was fun spying into the house watching everyone going round and round in circles and in different directions. Molly fussed tirelessly preparing Xmas lunch and I...

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The rental

Vicki Zafiropoulos

Submitted to Contest #104

The rentalMy slow measured pace along the wintry shore leaves deep murky footprints in its wet yellow sand and wild angry wind pushing hard against my torso mirrors the faltering seagulls struggling to remain airborne. My thick woolen beanie pulled down tight over my ears blocks little of ...

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On the back of the Photo

Vicki Zafiropoulos

Submitted to Contest #103

I take my time opening the box. Inside are my mother’s photos, her life’s story. Even though she was buried two weeks ago now, her voice is still crooning around my ears and the aroma of Greek Pita baking in the oven is still wafting throughout every nook and cranny of the house. How I wanted to hold her just one more time. She needed that always. This split-level brick veneer home I am now standing in alone, built by my parents bare strained hands, is as solid now it was back then, uncrackable, here for me alwa...

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