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Ann Kilgore

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2025

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Tears on the Red, White and Blue

Ann Kilgore

Submitted to Contest #326

I ran as fast as I could hoping I would outrun all the other football players to the dressing room following practice. I had learned from experience you either get in there first or last if you wanted to avoid the towel popping. Man! Towel popping could hurt. But this morning the coach kept me back for a “talking to” which caused me to come in just in time for the commotion to have already started. I could hear the laughing and hee-hawing before I even got to the doorway. Bursts of laughter could be heard throughout the dressing room. ...

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Out of the Shadow

Ann Kilgore

Submitted to Contest #325

CW: Sexual violence, Physical violence, gore or abuse Bawk, bawk, bawk, bawk. The robotic teacher was going on and on and on. I felt her beady eyes staring at me with my mouth wide open in a yawn. I was bored to tears. But then a glow glimmered around the angel who walked on air into our classroom. I imagined a halo over her blond hair as SHE timidly walked in. I remembered it like it was yesterday when in reality it was 25 years ago. Last row, last seat. My favorite place. I found they would not bully me so much if I sat back away from ever...

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Screams from the Heart

Ann Kilgore

Submitted to Contest #324

CW: Grief, implied suicide Screams from the HeartThe scream was loud, eerie and clear as a bell. I froze in my footsteps turning towards the sound of the wail I heard from over my shoulder. My knuckles were white from gripping the top of the picket fence that surrounded the little cottage. I looked up and down the beach searching for the person who let out such a hair-raising, frightful scream.“Ms. Barnes? Ms. Barnes? Won’t you come inside?” the real estate lady called out.I glanced down the beach one more time before turning to greet Mrs. S...

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The Secret Behind the Door

Ann Kilgore

Submitted to Contest #322

“I will go and find him, Sis. Just stay here and entertain everyone. It won’t be long. He couldn’t have gone far,” she giggled as she turned to leave to look for her brother-in-law.“Tell him we are about to cut the cake,” Polly said with a big smile and waved the cutting knife meaning for her sister to hurry along.Janet left the kitchen where everyone was standing waiting for the guest of honor to appear to help his wife, her sister, cut their 15 year anniversary cake.“Where in the heck did he disappear to?” she angrily muttered to hersel...

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Unforeseen

Ann Kilgore

Submitted to Contest #321

CW: Includes themes of psychological and physical distress A cool breeze welcomed me as I stepped outside of the mine. I wrapped my arms around my shoulders wishing I had my buffalo coat. The mountain air had a peaceful feeling about it. I could smell just a hint of the nasty odor of death from inside the mine behind me. I looked up at the sky and breathed deeply through my nose holding in a crisp breath of sweet air. Watching the leaves dance from a gentle breeze made me sway. The ground was covered with green grass and wildflowers of all c...

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Hollow Inside and Out

Ann Kilgore

Submitted to Contest #320

It would be 7:00 p.m. in about two hours, and if the weather held up, Jen and I would arrive in Denver. However, the snow was accumulating on the hood of the truck and my anxiety was building. Blurred lights ahead led us to a service station. We pulled in early for gas and food. Jen was driving as she said she had experience pulling a horse trailer carrying horses. Not only did I not have that kind of experience, I also had no idea how to drive in snow.I covered Abby, Jen’s baby, with a heavy blanket, grabbed my purse and stepped out of the ...

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And The Winner Is.....

Ann Kilgore

Submitted to Contest #318

Flying, pushing and elbowing their way around in the crowded dressing room the beauty contestants searched for a place to land. Hoping to claim a vacant styling chair took the skill of an acrobat. I managed to get to the chair first. But out of the blue, I was pushed by someone causing me to fall hitting my chin on the arm. However, Carrie jumped in it before Miss Bandera got her leg draped over the back of the chair.“Girls, we have 30 minutes till curtain call. So pull it together PDQ. The pageant manager shouted above the chatter of th...

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Resembling the Past

Ann Kilgore

Submitted to Contest #317

He limped back to his seat to the back of the train, when a vision caused him to stop in his tracks. Stopping too quickly to check his thoughts on the vision, he stumbled onto the lady in her seat. Pushing him off her, she grumbled, “Get off me, you oaf! What is the matter with you?” she queried.“I am so sorry, mam. I thought I saw something out your window that shocked me, and I stopped suddenly to get a second look. The train rattled and shook as I leaned over for a closer look and I accidentally fell. I am so sorry,” he explained as he tr...

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Mask On, Mask Off

Ann Kilgore

Submitted to Contest #316

“We have ten minutes till we have to leave, hun,” he told his wife as he stood at the door patting his foot, waiting.“Just a minute more, and I will be right there, Lad” she replied.She sat down to cram her size 9 ½ wide foot into a size 9 narrow pencil heeled shoe, grabbed her Dooney and Burke purse and ran to her husband’s side.“You are going to make us late, Timmi,” he spat at her.“I know, and I’m sorry, We will make it on time if we go right now,” she said as she shooed him towards the door. Arriving right on time, the Lately’s rushed i...

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Twining

Ann Kilgore

Submitted to Contest #315

"I wish he would stop looking at me," I quietly whispered to myself. I looked down at my hands placed in my lap. I slowly lifted my eyes, without lifting my head, to see if he was still looking at me or was I mistaken. "No, he is still looking at me with those baby blues of his," I said to no one again. I heard the footfalls of his feet coming towards me. "Maybe he is not coming towards me at all. Maybe he is going to talk to someone else in this huge ball room of people," I told myself again."Hello," he said to me as he lifted my face...

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Going Home

Ann Kilgore

Submitted to Contest #314

Going Home“It is the hottest day of this year of August 2019”, the radio announcer said before I got out of my car. The temperature showed 114 degrees.I stepped out of the car and was standing where I once played with my sisters and brothers. I stood in my old play yard in front of the house where I was raised. The blaring sun did not affect me while I stood still in the heat with my big, broad, brimmed sun hat, water bottle in my hand, wearing polarized sunglasses, covered in SPF 30 lotion smeared on my bare skin. Even if I was not decke...

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The Rocky Train Ride

Ann Kilgore

Submitted to Contest #313

The Rocky Train Ride Hisssss, Hissss, ca-chink, ca-chink. The loud breaking of the train coming to a sudden stop shook me awake or was it the gentle nudge on my shoulder that woke me? Whichever it was startled me causing me to sit straight up and jerk my head side to side to clear my head from a deep nap and understand my surroundings. It was an uncomfortable nap anyway, so whatever woke me was welcoming but in wonderment.Trying to come fully awake and calm my jitters from a feeling that there was something wrong, I looked up at the strang...

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An Unlikely Criminal

Ann Kilgore

An Unlikely CriminalStanding outside Diamond World glancing at my dead phone face waiting for the glass door to the jewelry store to open, I tossed occasional glances at my surroundings. It seemed like the 10:00 grand opening time was never going to happen. I walked across the hallway of the mall across from Diamond World and sat on the child’s musical horse that ate quarters to take them on a wild ride. I did not drop a quarter in its mouth but just sat patiently acting like I was reading email or scrolling on Facebook.Finally, a shadow p...

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