Wendy Rappeport

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2024

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“The Break-In” by Wendy Rappeport

Submitted to Contest #246

‘There’s no-one around so let’s sit here on the swings and look at the plans. It’s all fun and games unless they catch you at it.’ Tim and Lawson plotted together in the empty children’s playground. It was 7pm on cold July night, and Tim shivered.They had decided that they would start stealing bigger items. Until now they had limited their robberies to department stores.‘I know the old bird has a big furry cat, and there’s a decent sized cat door in the back entrance. If we unscrewed it, you could easily climb through, unlock the back door, ...

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“Photo reminiscences” by Wendy Rappeport

Submitted to Contest #244

Aaarh..choo! I sneezed and sent clouds of dust scattering in all directions. I sneezed again and the force of it threw me backwards against my car. I was in the garage cleaning things out for the Council Clean-up. The dust and cobwebs in my brain were unsettled too.I sneezed and shivered and headed back indoors to grab a jumper and hot coffee. From my porch I could see the sunshine starting to loosen up the rigid cold air and two neighbourhood children scooting by. It was school holidays and my daughter had just called to pick up her son and...

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“Selfie on her birth day” by Wendy Rappeport

Submitted to Contest #244

‘Terry, I think the baby’s coming!’ cried Marina, clasping her hands urgently across her big belly and gasping. Terry jerked the wheel to the left and pulled up in the safety lane.‘What? Now? It’s not due for eight weeks!’Marina burst into tears. ‘She can’t be born yet, she’s too small.’‘What exactly is happening?’‘I just had a big painful contraction,’ Marina explained tearfully. ‘I know it’s too early. I must ring Dr Shelley.’Terry took charge, calmed his sobbing wife and got out his phone.Dr Shelley answered promptly. He also said it was ...

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“The Museum” by Wendy Rappeport

Submitted to Contest #242

Ron was derisive, mean, tormenting. He had been my husband, but I never dreamed he would find me again, as I had changed my name and moved three times since I had received his last abusive, angry letter. His re-entry into my life filled me with terror.I was shopping, in a large shopping centre near the Art Gallery and Museum. I had come to the city early, to see a new exhibit at the Museum, and after that I ate lunch at the Museum café and then returned to my shopping. The noise of a thousand voices filled the air, and people of all shapes a...

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