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Fred Aiken

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2019

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Vicarious

“Can I get another martini?” the customer asks in their best impression of a supervillain voice. Demtri, through remote controlling his AutoServ bot, mechanically nods before shuffling back towards the bar area of S. Rinaldo’s Ristorante to retrieve another martini for his gravelly-voiced guest. He presses the appropriate button on the DrinkMaster 4000 that can make anything from dry (the driest) martinis to creatine-infused kale power smoothies. He returns with the perfectly prepared martini for the customer in less than forty-two seconds....

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Close Shave

Ryan brings the blade across Doug’s neck. Ryan holds his customer’s life in his arthritic hands that he takes two painkillers for each morning with his orange juice to keep steady. One slight jerk, one small misstep, and…Ryan would go from barber to butcher in an instant. But he’s not worried about making a mistake. He’s shaved plenty of men’s gizzards, all shapes and sizes. He even once cut someone’s hair slightly inebriated after a night out for his best friend’s bachelor party, in which Ryan forgot to run the calculus on how much he drank...

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Details in the Shape of a Wormhole

I dyed my hair purple earlier. That’s not relevant to the story, but I thought I’d throw it in there as a conversation starter. I received a phone call from Audri. She was hysterical. She sounded like a harpy filtering words through a theremin. She said something happened. I gathered. She said she needed help. She needed me to come get her, rescue her, become something akin to her savior.  Where are you? The hospital— Which hospital? I can barely hear you. You’re not going to like it…but I’m in the hospital in another state. ...

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Anomic Pieces of Discombobulated Plasma

Three or four decades, I’m not quite certain anymore. But definitely more than a full generation of being a therapist. Listening to problems. Helping people. Going to conferences. Spending countless hours on the phone. Countless hours in traffic. At one point or another, though, I got to the point where I couldn’t do anything else. What am I going to do? Take thirty some odd years of analysis and therapy and become a stunt person for the movies? A professional gymnast? A police officer? Damn.  I think I might quit, either way. I...

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An AA Meeting I was Never Meant to be At

I wake up to the sound of my alarm, the one that blares a revolving door of classic rock tunes every morning. Snooze, then realize that I need to get up for purposes and meanings yet to reveal themselves. A real magical sort of feeling. Or maybe a small part of me hates myself and wants to continue to see me suffer for some unknown, or lifetime, of trespasses.  I'm a recovering alcoholic, though I hope that doesn’t sound too much like a boast. I go to work, therapy, and an AA meeting. In that order, most of the week. I drag myself o...

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The Case of the Tree that Wasn’t and the Tree Surgeon

Weekly Contest #190

Timber! Tree ninja. Tree surgeon. The job title or description doesn’t matter. God gave me two hands and a heart to slaughter as many trees before I died. I stood beneath the towering oak tree, chainsaw in hand, and gazed up at its branches. Swaying in the morning breeze, casting dappled shadows on the ground below. But beneath their beauty lay a danger that cast a long shadow over time. It was no accident that I became a tree surgeon. A deep obligation I’ve known since childhood. When I was just three years old, my parents picnicked b...

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Target Practice

“I want a shot.” “You’ve had your chance.” “And so have you…repeatedly. We were supposed to take turns.” “I don’t remember signing that contract.” Jesup pulled the golf club back. His hips and shoulders swaying in an awkward dance that no one bothered to tell him was by himself. Vincent wanted to reach for the club. But he also feared getting hit again by Jesup not noticing him as he brought down the club to hit the ball sitting in front of him. “It’s only fair. You get to try to get the ball into the hole a few times. Then I get...

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Camera Head

One quick snap. One moment. Flash, bang, and the picture’s captured. I live with the camera. Not to say that I constantly carry it around, no. I had my head surgically replaced with a head shaped camera. It seems a lot stranger than it actually is. I guess I should explain why I decided to have this sort of plastic surgery, though that in and of itself kinda gets to the reason why. As with most people that decide to get cosmetic, elective surgery, I wanted something different than what my parent’s genetics provided.  I received my f...

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What Grows at Home

Weekly Contest #143

We had always wanted something to take care of and nurture. If there’s one thing I hope to convey beyond a reasonable doubt, it's that. When Morgan and I got back from our honeymoon to our condo that we had yet to furnish, yet to unpack, yet to start our new life, we felt a bit empty, like something was missing in our lives. It was a bit disappointing. We spent all that time dating, building up to get engaged, planning the details of the wedding, picking out the perfect horderves so that all our friends and family would be satisfied with ou...

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Cloud Hunter

Weekly Contest #143

You know what they say about people that gaze too long at the clouds? Or is that the sun? As with everything in my life that I become too obsessed with, I wanted to shoot the clouds.  Those white, luminous particles floating in the heavens with no clear direction. They just go where the wind takes them. It’s downright disrespectful. I don’t like the implication that there’s something in nature without a clear form. Sometimes they look like dinosaurs. Sometimes they look like Aunt Sally. Sometimes they look like a Joan Miro painting th...

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Silent Music

Weekly Contest #142

The noise never stops. I guess if you want it to stop, then you have to stop it yourself. Or at least that’s what I’ve come to realize. I had this house specially built to filter out all noise. The house I’ve lived in for nearly forty years. The windows are hermetically sealed and soundproof. The walls were reinforced with several layers of concrete, insulation, and some specialized audio killing foam made in a lab by some MIT whiz kid I hired to eliminate the possibility of any sound coming into my house. I don’t think I was supposed to do ...

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Suicide Critic

Weekly Contest #141

I don’t know how I got into what I do. Don’t ask that question.  But, I mean, who really does, you know, know what they wanted to be when they grew up? I certainly had ideas and aspirations when I was a kid. I still do. It would be nice to be the first abstract expressionist to go to space and get to paint Saturn a different shade or two. I also wanted to punch a koala in the face. Not for no reason. I guess I just never liked anything too cute. I’m a pragmatist, you see, and a realist. A real realist. That’s not actually a thing, but...

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I Didn't See You Come In

Weekly Contest #140

I keep note cards in my pocket. They hold my life’s secrets on them. Not really, but it sounds cool when I put it cryptically.    I had an accident a few years back. At least, that’s what the first note card on my nightstand says when I wake up. I couldn’t tell you what happened exactly, because for some reason whenever I was writing these notecards, I didn’t have all the details, or at least that’s what I’m going to assume.    There aren’t any note cards with my name or date of birth or place of origin. I assum...

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Weekly Contest #34

Aubrianna hated the rain. Her mom made her read whenever it rained. Everyone was forced to read whenever it rained. “I don’t have any more books to read,” Aubrianna said. “Can I draw?” “They didn’t assign you any reading to do in class?” “I already finished the reading assignment.” It happened to be a lie. But Aubrianna really did not wish to read anymore since it would ruin a day already ruined by the rain.In college Aubrianna started dating an English major by the name of Hugh. Despite his lack of a social personality, Hugh enjoyed joking...

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My Dog During Quarantine

Weekly Contest #34

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