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Naja Steward

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2020

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Plans

Naja Steward

It was at my coffee table where you explained to me your plans. You said that women always have a lot of plans, but they never seem to happen. Saying something trite, like, “I’m not like most women,” you revealed to me a house on a hill, a shallow riverbank, a bookshop smelling faintly of vanilla. You revealed a garden, a woven rug, a cat, a pair of comfortable running shoes, a place far, far, from everything that had hurt you. I wish I could go back and tell you to keep your plans to yourself. See, because under that bare bul...

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To Katie, forever ago.

Naja Steward

Submitted to Contest #36

It pains me to say that I’m writing this on the back of a receipt (and I’m sure, Katie, you’re wondering what I bought to receive that receipt. If you must know, a water bottle and a bag of pretzels, which were stale but enough sustenance to get me to the airport). Oh, Katie, I’ll stop somewhere waiting for you in time, but for now it’s go go go, and at this point in my life everything’s simply so fast and I cannot stop.  This will be brief, Katie, since the receipt is so short, yet I must tell you that Austria was beautiful and I enjoy...

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Zemblanity

Naja Steward

Submitted to Contest #35

Well, warmer times came around and school was back in session but I decided not to return. I spent my warmer times with Jack-o and Benji on or near the dugout, which was shielded from the majority of the snow--it still came down though it was melting fast--and when you were inside the dugout, you were invisible to everyone looking down from the top of the hill where classes were. In the mornings, we’d dump our backpacks under the benches, hide out in the shade of that dugout, and eagerly await the first bell, which would be faintly heard eve...

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The Regular Bus

Naja Steward

Submitted to Contest #35

Children. Lord.  Sidestep, because there goes one of them on his tricycle. Who knew that taking the scenic route would cause me so much trouble.  Haha. It’s surely a scene. I mean... Look at her! Look...is that Mrs. Beavis? I always told her she should lay off the saturated fats. By the end of spring she won’t be able to fit through her doorway and she’ll probably enlist a poor guy like me to shove her through. That woman’s gotta see someone, I mean. Lord.  Them damn children--all of them! Just get out of my way! The sidewalk’...

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