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Gregory Richardson

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2020

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Denial

Gregory Richardson

Submitted to Contest #300

Steve walked into the house and realized he couldn’t remember where he had been. “What’s that smell?” It was Sally asking from the bathroom. “Your upper lip?” Steve replied from the kitchen. “You do know you’ll have to let me out of here eventually” she said quietly, almost kindly. “There is no way you’ve earned any trust yet” Steve said as he checked the heavy lock outside the bathroom door. “Where the fuck am I gonna go Steve?” Sally yelled. Steve then heard her sit on the toilet. “Shut up. I’m tired of listening to you bitch.” Steve said...

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The Mirror

Gregory Richardson

Submitted to Contest #250

THE MIRROR The party at the pool had lasted until almost two in the morning before some pissed off resident finally called the cops. By then about half of the remaining women were naked but I was too drunk to really take advantage of the situation. I slumped on the edge of the shallow end of the pool and watched the pretty red lights of the cop cars go round and round until my neighbor Dean slapped me on the back of the head and told me to get my ass in gear if I didn’t want to spend the night in the drunk tank. I’d been to the place the inm...

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The Mirror

Gregory Richardson

THE MIRROR The party at the pool had lasted until almost two in the morning before some pissed off resident finally called the cops. By then about half of the remaining women were naked, but I was too drunk to really take advantage of the situation. I slumped on the edge of the shallow end of the pool and watched the pretty red lights of the cop cars go round and round until my neighbor Dean slapped me on the back of the head and told me to get my ass in gear if I didn’t want to spend the night in the drunk tank. I’d been to the place the ...

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Subject 227

Gregory Richardson

Submitted to Contest #56

I knew it was her when she walked into the coffee house by the description my friend had given me; plump but not fat, long graying black hair worn in a bun, neither young nor old, pretty in an odd way. Evidently she recognized me as well. She sat opposite me, smiling with a touch of irony. We introduced ourselves. Neither of us were uncomfortable or self conscious. She in particular was poised and alert. Her brown eyes darted this way and that taking in her surroundings, which included myself, betraying nothing but mild interest and innate i...

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Clay County 1920

Gregory Richardson

First time I saw John Robinson he was walking down Main Street at about five o’clock with a suitcase in his hand. He looked out of place for several reasons, the most prominent being his attire. He was dressed impeccably in a new black suit and dark colored glasses. Colored men in Celina wore overalls to church, weddings and funerals; their only adornments being bow ties, clean white shirts and occasionally a new hat of some kind. Also, his walk seemed unusually aggressive. I could see that he met the eyes of white men he encountered on the ...

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