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KJ Killough

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2022

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One to Dawn

KJ Killough

“Hey, wake up,” Ducky says, followed by, “He ain’t wakin’ up, J.” “Move,” Jack grumbles. From my hiding place, crouched down at the edge of the thick brush-line, I watch Jack drop to one knee and lean over the incapacitated man before doing something to his face. Ducky carelessly twirls his gun in his hands, whistling a low tune. The man on the ground jerks, then falls into a coughing fit and Jack stands. “Why you even wanna wake this asshole pig up? He ain’t deserve last rites,” Ducky complains. He’s a cherry little bastard. Body dumps like...

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Forgive Me, Son

KJ Killough

Submitted to Contest #296

Sensitive content: This fictional wartime story touches on emotionally complex themes and reflections on conflict. While not graphic, it may be heavy for some readers. ***We shall grow fat and merry this night, for the battle is done and we are victorious. A great cause for celebration, I admit, and my boys earned their moment of revelry. They fought bravely and with so little blood spilled on our side. But I am too tired for celebration tonight. My body is fighting its own battle against time and old wounds. In the civilized world, I am a m...

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Coffee, Silk and Chocolate Pie

KJ Killough

Submitted to Contest #145

“What do you think?""Hmm?" He looks up from his book and to his love. She tips her head towards the large, fixed window of the café that they are seated outside of, pressed close together on the short bench.He sees their reflection, her head resting on his chest, his arm across her shoulders. The steam billows from the tops of their coffee mugs sitting on the glass-top, patio table in front of them. Her half-eaten cinnamon roll remains abandoned on the edge of the table and his slice of chocolate pie awaits his inevitable consumption of the ...

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