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Clark Redmond

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2023

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Motherly Meals

Submitted to Contest #335

It is one hour away from midnight and only half an hour since I had a considerably late dinner. Sixty-nine pence frozen lasagne that only required six fully powered minutes in the microwave only half filling me up and staining the corners of my lips further soaking onto my cheeks like a pathetic Italian joker. The roof of my mouth is pretty burnt from being too eager to eat. I don’t have any ice-cream, nor do I trust if I bought any and saved some for later consumption that it wouldn’t fall into the hands of my illegal HMO Landlord. For my ...

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Forests

“Do we need to pay for Parking here?” Beverly asks while staring directly at parking tariff sign. I’m immediately irritated by this question, of course. I understand that my Corsa isn’t exactly kitted out for off-roading, hence her inability to read the sign as the gravel and dirt shakes our view out of focus, but this is a pre-meditated question. I Ignore her in favour of pretending like the abundance of vacant spaces requires my full concentration. I imitate my best Robert De Niro face as I consider which mud patch is the most appropriate ...

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Circular Intersections

Submitted to Contest #249

I have no idea what I’m doing. I’m driving of course; I know that much. I mean, I’m not sure why, but since finishing another soul draining shift of taking orders over a tannoid in a boring little cubicle with nowhere to stay, or more specifically nowhere I want stay, I find myself lost. Without thought, I engage with aimlessly bounding around Trinketon waiting for something, anything to happen. The more I anticipate it however, the more I simply don’t want anything to do with it. Whatever it may be. I try to imagine myself as more...

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Twenty Questions

Submitted to Contest #230

Twenty Questions The obligation of visiting my father on a Sunday and him taking me in for the day always came to an end around seven. The return journey was often executed two hours later when my father finally decides to take me home on his own accord. I’d like to believe that he did this to spend more time with me whilst knowing that it was mostly to spite the dictation of my mother who had six days of custody.  Each evening I would clock watch while admittedly being poor at telling the time from an analogue clock. I had mastered h...

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The Last Potato

Submitted to Contest #226

“You’re better than this,” Peter thought as his weakening eyes struggled to remain locked onto his prey. “It’s the last one. You can do this”.  Sat in the centre of a greasy ceramic dish, littered by the crumbs of his fallen comrades, a lone roast potato continued to steam away into the air untouched by the rest of the occupants around the dinner table. From below, where the action took place, out of the view of his two kids and partner who was spending a considerably long time in the bathroom; Peter’s belly extended beyond the confides...

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