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H.e. Ross

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2023

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Bolt

H.e. Ross

Submitted to Contest #332

Bolt I was alive and looking at my son sleeping peacefully with the innocence of quivering lashes. That ever slight shake of his dream put me back in time to a moment that stretched into timelessness and my sail alone into darkening seas. The first strike was off to port, disappearing before the corner of my eye could catch it, but its presence remained with a vague twisting thunder. The sky was beginning to hide behind a dense and brooding line of cloud. The line of horizon grew invisible somewhere between a dark grey sea and a light grey ...

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Edge of the Bay

H.e. Ross

Submitted to Contest #330

It was a beautiful San Francisco day. Created for boat, sail and sea. The breeze was starting to show a potential for anything. I smiled at pulling the main and mizzen sail covers back and folding them. Three seagulls were cawing in disagreement about something while circling the marina. The cumulous moved slowly above the distant hills across the Bay making an undulating shadow play over brown and green mounds. The Bay was crisp with wavelets and green with invitation to a good sailing party for three: the Bay, Lizard King and me. I looked...

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Sightings

H.e. Ross

Submitted to Contest #329

The sun had gone down and the chill began. Automatically, he pulled the side of his dark blue watch cap down over the windward ear, then zipped up to his chest the faded yellow foul weather jacket. The zip always got stuck there and he always just left it as is. He rubbed his hands together thinking he just shouldn’t have come out here.The man’s sight wandered out to the river and over to the reeds on the other side. The current moved slowly out toward the bend in the river and his gaze went there slowly also. He rubbed his hands together ag...

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The Dawn

H.e. Ross

Submitted to Contest #324

I guess interesting is the word of wonder at why I look at my watch when waiting for the day break? I sit in a damp mood with anxiety looking for relief only gained by that sprig that lightens the darkness to morning. My watch had a hand that slides over a marked number five and another hand that has just passed the same number. It is dark all round me with on the tinted colours in my cockpit and up there in the sails. The mainsail pulls with drips that are invisible, just heard or just known to be there. I sit up recognising that I had slu...

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Calpuleque

H.e. Ross

As I pulled my dinghy up high onto the beach mosquitoes and large flies attacked me with a fury. The adventure of it, this strange uncharted and yet perfect island. A trail ran beside the marsh. I untied my handkerchief from my neck and retied it to cover my nose and mouth bandit style. The place had the smell of something dead and decaying. Squinting my eyelids against the mosquitoes, stopping my breathing because of the smell, I trotted along the trail until the marsh became a wooded stream and the mosquitoes lessened their intensity. At a...

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The Foolishness of Men

H.e. Ross

Submitted to Contest #322

The Foolishness of Men The Cut The brightness of the Haitian day brought spray sparkles flying outward splattering the aquas of the waters. Peebo picked the conch shell up from the bilge still eyeing the edges of the spray before they land and disappear. He let a sweet and sour tone echo toward the island. It was a homeward bound signal to whoever might hear it. A home signal to all the families waiting for their sloops to arrive back safe. For him it was also a signal that he was a free man who took life as serious, who was alive and coming...

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North Beach Is Gone

H.e. Ross

Submitted to Contest #321

I stopped at a liquor store like I always did on the way to North Beach. The best liquor store was conveniently across the street from Washington Square which was a good entrance to Grant Avenue and the bars and my youth times with its memories of an old North Beach. My favourite bar in the before times was the Anxious Asp. A cigar smoking lesbian midget ran the place. I first entered when I was sixteen looking like I was twenty-five. The Asp is gone now. A blood I had met in Mexico had bought it and moved it to the Haight during those latte...

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Who you Foah?

H.e. Ross

Submitted to Contest #319

One thing that he could not stand is a homeless man who asks you for money. It really got on his nerves to see a grown man getting as low as to ask a stranger for money; to become a beggar. He made it a rule never to give money to them. To make sure they saw that he despised them and wanted them to crawl back in that hole they came out of and seal it up good and tight and starve to death. He sat at his desk thinking about that thing down in the street having the nerve to follow him right up to the office begging for some money for his mothe...

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Hey Rigger!

H.e. Ross

Submitted to Contest #318

CW: References to racism and prejudice, and racially-charged language. I knew it was not going to be easy with seven white guys to teach before heading out the Golden Gate toward Panama but at least we could start at the beginning since none of them knew anything about sailing. The beautiful 125-foot Odyssey was the incentive and getting her safely back to the San Sebastian Islands required my patience and keeping their morale high as well as dropping the me being Black thing…The stays were okay, but like the shrouds were hanging loose. The ...

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Oasis

H.e. Ross

Submitted to Contest #317

Sound, in the true desert, is a force that catches you unawares always. In the bleakness of sand and scrub a shack adjoins a small house with two horses tied to a hitching post leaning their heads down standing aside the wall trying to stay in the shade and out of the hot mid afternoon sun. Inside, through a still, blanketed doorway and thick adobe walls is a dark room, cool by desert standards. There is a bar of thick oak planks atop a row of barrels. In front of the bar are two white cowboys in leather chaps and worn suit coats. A Mexica...

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A Wish A Rain

H.e. Ross

Submitted to Contest #314

The hull tilted to the beam sea and I didn’t care anymore. I could see the buildings along the sea wall of Cartagena and a few heads moving and still along the parapet that was built to keep out English pirates. I sat wedged against the starboard cockpit coaming, my hand resting on the winch to steady myself as the boat tilted again to a beam sea. I shifted a bit placing my butt more into the corner of the cabin and coaming. My leg went up automatically placing my foot on the bridge deck at the hatchway. My feet were bare with a shimmer of w...

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Boone

H.e. Ross

Submitted to Contest #313

Sound, in the true desert, is a force that catches you unawares always. In the bleakness of sand and scrub a shack adjoins a small house with two horses tied to a hitching post leaning their heads down standing aside the wall trying to stay in the shade and out of the hot mid afternoon sun. Inside, through a still, blanketed doorway and thick adobe walls is a dark room, cool by desert standards. There is a bar of thick oak planks atop a row of barrels. In front of the bar are two white cowboys in leather chaps and worn suit coats. A Mexica...

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The Call of the Conch

H.e. Ross

Submitted to Contest #311

The call of the Conch is the sound of the sea’s sacred tones. It is vibrant and subdued a basic creation of duality and recognition of choice. “Do you drink, boy?” the old man asked the lightly lapping beachfront.“A little rum, a little wine, an occasional brandy; not much really.” The interviewer looked out at the same sea.“Well, drinkin’ alcohol is a sin clearly as the day has sun and the night stars. There’s only two ways for man to go, boy… to heaven, to sing eternally the glory that is God… or to hell, to bask in the agony of hate and w...

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Chantal

H.e. Ross

Submitted to Contest #309

phThis was my first evening in Port au Prince and the emphasis was hot. The rattling taxi did nothing to relieve the heat with three of the windows down and one not working. The rectangle of the rear view mirror showed my driver was shining drips of brown framing bright white eyes and long lashes spring boarding drops that he was constantly wiping with a crumbled wet handkerchief.We curved up a driveway and finally I was able to peel myself out of the springs under a thin coating of synthetic seat material to look up at my first impression ...

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Desert Dunes

H.e. Ross

Submitted to Contest #308

Bill lay back in the water, his lips tasted of the salt. Raising his head to keep it above water he saw two seagulls circling the other as though playing tag. Bill smiled at nature and how it was so much like us. Then remembered that he was a part of nature and while laughing at himself the water rushed around his head and the sky turned into a thick moving collage of lights. With the press of his blinking the world turned progressively dark and he was dry. This was curious. This dark world with his eyes wide now. But Bill was strangely onl...

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