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Lydia Alyse

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2020

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Unity

Lydia Alyse

For the third time that day, Anu’s hands started bleeding. Dust and sweat worked their way into the shallow gashes, and he ran his palms along his clothing at their incessant itching, oblong shapes staining the fabric.Since being hired onto the project, Anu’s days seemed to be growing longer and hotter despite the seasonal shift to wintertime. He’d worked hard-labor before—been using his hands and feet all his life—but every baked brick he lugged to its spot and placed wore down his skin.“It’s important,” the man next to him said, noting Anu...

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Learn to Live With It

Lydia Alyse

Submitted to Contest #70

Theresa wished she’d gone to jail. At the time of the trial she hadn’t, but when the dust settled and life was supposed to go back to normal, her mind left survival mode and turned on her. Raised Catholic, she’d felt guilty her entire life for nothing in particular, so her mind knew how to use guilt against her. This guilt wasn’t about some lustful thought she’d had or how she had sworn too much—this guilt was deserved. On the bus, she hitched her shoulders up around her ears and stared at the ground. The bus jerked forward and slammed to...

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Color

Lydia Alyse

Submitted to Contest #53

Cold slid down his hand. He watched a bead of red water and sugar slip from the top of the Popsicle down its side and settle between the cracks of his fingers. Under his stained fingernails, the red thickened like gum. His hand slowly turned into a murderer’s—a hand recently back from blood and death. He threw the Popsicle away. “Would you like a napkin, sir?” the girl behind the counter asked, propped on her elbows. He stepped toward her. “Thank you.” As she disappeared into the back of the food stand, he picked at the gum under his...

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