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Fiona English

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2021

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Skipping Stones

The sight of Humbo Lake, which I had always passed on my bike trail, made me stop in my tracks. That’s when it hit me. God, how had I been so stupid? September had been such an empty month; there was some shift in energy that was different than all the years before. I hadn’t been able to put my finger on what it was . . . until just now. The lake brought back a memory from early July. My dad had told me we were going on a special trip, just for the evening. The windows of his rusty blue truck were down, and the air was cool. My dad turned o...

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The Taxi Ride in the Rain

Aspen’s loneliness came in the form of a shadow person that only she could see. It followed her everywhere she went. Her loneliness lived in her house. It sat next to her on the train. Even at her last book signing, where she was surrounded by loving fans and her agent and the press. She could feel her loneliness lingering. While she peered at the many faces of the people who admired her, she knew that she would never see them again. Aspen would eventually go home to a bed that felt far too big for just one person and without any ‘goodnight’...

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The Unwelcome Garden Pixie

Weekly Contest #87

Marie cherished Sunday mornings in her garden. She spent a lot of time gardening, and as a result, she had one of the most beautiful gardens in her town. The golden California sun enhanced the colorful flowers and leafy herbs, and many butterflies and bees were familiar friends with Marie’s plants. Gardening brought Marie peace because she liked to feel connected to nature, and it brought her closer to the creatures she shared her garden with.  Marie, in bright yellow gloves and a straw hat, had been tending to her poppies. Then, she h...

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