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Gerald Ewa

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020

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Three days to Christmas

Gerald Ewa

Submitted to Contest #78

Day 1She hears the rough bang on her metallic door, the sound like peals of thunder. Taking the flight of stairs, she trudges gracefully down, clenching on the shiny wooden banister by her right and strolls towards the door. All the while Laira remains undisturbed, as she curls around her neck like a scarf. Prisca kisses Laira in the mouth, turns the key in the keyhole around three times until the squirting sounds greet her ears and she releases a reassuring smile and nods. Three days ago, she had that hole lubricated given the annoying...

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The eyes of the moon

Gerald Ewa

Submitted to Contest #54

The night met us together.  It was frigid and I let her head find its way into my embrace; together we would ward off the cold.  The stars spread over the dark sky unusually caught our gaze for sometime. But it isn't just the first time we would be out here, in this cold, dark night, where silence was the only song that played out in our ears. Every night we would run to the top of the hill, the torquoise sea, smiling across from a distance, bringing wet air to our feet.  But this night felt different. With the moon. With ...

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The session

Gerald Ewa

‘I keep getting these night mares and a persistent headache,’ you said, letting your eyes roam carelessly. ‘Hmm… tell me something mister…’ the therapist said clearing his throat.'No, Dave would do,' you cut in.‘Ok, Dave. Sorry for that.’ ‘Yea, Dave,’ you said after him, your gaze straightened at him this time.He pauses, sips quickly from a ceramic cup of tea, his gaze drifting between the fancy cup and your almost ruffled face—eyebrows like a yard overgrown with tall grasses, dark short lips, spooky and funny looking eyes. He bega...

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