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Dana W

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2024

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Forever

Weekly Contest #366

**This story remarks on the struggles of foster families and effects of trauma** Forever By Dana Wagner For my husband, it was her spunk, her laugh, her high energy. She was everything he never thought he wanted. She was just feminine enough, but not so much that she was afraid to get dirty. She brought out a sparkle in his blue eyes that I hadn’t known they’d been missing. I watched him with her. He chased her and her giggles mingled with his laughter. She grabbed a garden hose and soaked him with it. His shirt clung to a muscled bod...

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Alone

AloneBy Dana Wagner It happens all the time. I should be used to it by now, but I don’t think I ever will be. The adults leave me here for hours on end, perhaps even days. How would I know? I don’t know how to tell time. You have to go to school to learn things like that. I’m not allowed to go to school. They keep me locked up in this tiny room instead. I should be thankful that I at least have a bed and a blanket. I don’t even mind that the blanket has a hole or two. It’s soft and cozy. I’m even allowed a few toys, though some are broken...

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Fickle Winds

Weekly Contest #240

Fickle WindsA Short Storyby Dana Wagner The wind swept tendrils of long blonde hair back from my face as I turned a pork chop over on the grill. Being indecisive in its direction, as is often the case with wind, it whipped my hair back across my eyes. I tossed my head to the side as the breeze shifted again, this time in my favor. I couldn’t quite declare this wind as warm or cold. It was somehow neither and both. Unseasonably warm for such an early March day in the Midwest, it still held a slight chill as it caressed my skin. As though win...

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Remembering Grandma

Weekly Contest #239

Remembering Grandma A Short Story By Dana Wagner “Well, hello there, Spike,” I said, as I lifted the cactus from its sunny spot on my end table. “Time to get you a little drink.” As I carried Spike to the sink, I noticed that this cactus was in need of more than just water. Spike desperately needed to be repotted; a task I’d been putting off for a few weeks because it’s not a pleasant experience. No matter how carefully one handled a cactus, being speared by a spine was inevitable. I had learned that lesson first by watching my grandmo...

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