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KC Luna

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2023

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Yellow-Bellied: This Town Ain't Big Enough for the Both of Us

KC Luna

Submitted to Contest #322

The springing heifer started up around supper time. She dug at the ground and paced the corral, looking for a quiet spot away from the herd. Daddy moved her to the quarantine barn and told me he had learned to do this the hard way. Some years back, he explained, coyotes did something to a cow after she gave birth; something too terrible to say. I begged him to spill the beans, but he stood his ground. With a firm shake of the head, he placed his plate on the cast iron drainboard. “Ope! Dirty ones go right in the sink, Dear!” Mama moved the p...

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Serpent Season

KC Luna

Submitted to Contest #293

Aclla stood up, her legs as shaky as a newborn cria. Her hands brushed away the bits of earth that clung to the back of her pullira. The wool hung heavily with Amaru’s water and her own blood. He was nowhere to be seen, having disappeared into the brush as quickly as he had ambushed her. She searched for the path; the matted earth had been swallowed by darkness while she squeezed her eyes and Amaru panted over her. She fell forward onto her hands and patted the ground until she found where the soil had been molded by her people. Th...

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Desert Song

KC Luna

Submitted to Contest #220

Ava watched her own picture burn in the bonfire alongside the notes she had written her classmates over the years. She heard their taunts as her face bubbled and melted. She threw her red cup to the ground, foamy beer spilling from its side and soaking into the matted grass. She turned away from their laughter and headed west on foot across Old Man Zimmerman’s field. The grass was wet below a low fog dotted with dairy cows. She stopped on the train trestle and rested her elbows on the edge.She stood on the bridge in the darkness, listening t...

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