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Nana Lemon

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2023

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Arrivals

Scooter’s Nessaja is blaring out of the boxes. The white tiled basement is stuffy. It smells like Axe® body spray and sweat. The condensation drips off the wall and leaves tiny puddles in the corners of the room.Nobody cares. Everyone jumps up and down. Fists are going up, pounding with the rhythm. More jumping. Giggles and shouts. Faces are sunburnt from the last days on the ski hill. The energy levels are high. The song switches to Nothing else matters. Hands are dropped. Feet shuffle and a few students decide to retreat from the dance flo...

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The fourth sun

Weekly Contest #354

A constant humming filled the bar. It was a typical Saturday evening. “The Anchor Point” kept its promise.Sam stared into his glass. Ice turned into water. Water turned into whiskey.Ha, just like Jesus.Without lifting his glass, he swirled the two liquids. As they were mixing, a bottle was placed on the counter next to him. His eyes followed the whirling in his glass. The chair moved slightly and Sam felt the new body’s heat.One… two… three…“Hello there…”“General Kenobi.”“What?”The previously sweet expectant voice sounded irritated. Sam turn...

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Looking good

„Welcome to Bestlooks. My name’s Sharon. How may I help you?”The cosmetics salesperson stepped up to me. Her perfume mixed with the smell of the store. She smiled brightly. My focus was immediately on the smudge of peach lipstick on her teeth.Peach! No. Focus!I straightened my back but still widened the gap between her and myself.“I’m looking for anti-…”“Anti-oily skin day creme, right? I thought so. Let me show you.”Determined she moved towards another part of the store. The cloud of her perfume slowly faded by mixing with the other smells ...

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The Last Leather Straps

Weekly Contest #353

Mirror imageWith a jolt Keith sat up straight in his bed. Breathing heavily, he wiped his forehead. His eyes wandered to the alarm clock.3.39“Go back to sleep.”Sarah’s voice was barely coherent. Her hand patted his lap weakly. Seconds later her deep breathing filled the otherwise silent room. Keith stared at the darkness. His shirt was clinging uncomfortably to his body. Carefully, he lifted the heavy duvet and slid out of the bed. On tiptoes he made it into the corridor and the bathroom. Despite his effort, he was still making more noise th...

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See it with my eyes

Weekly Contest #352

Eyes shutStanding on the platform with her eyes closed, Myriam concentrated on the noises around her. Someone was coughing. A phone was ringing. People were talking about the newest political development, which was drowned by the gong announcing the upcoming train.Myriam breathed out. She tightened her grip around the white cane. Warm air rushed in from the tunnel. It brought a smell of metal and that stale, sweet tunnel air. Someone bumped into her arm, making her stumble half a step forward. Her glasses slid slightly down her nose.“Can’t y...

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The Veil

My hand hovers over the selection of threads. I try to mask the shaking by letting the fingers make a rippling movement. Like Orin playing his lute in the evening. “Difficult choice.”I freeze. Then pull back my hand. Placing both of them flat on the table. Supervisor Illion stops next to my workstation. His shadow darkens part of my work in front of me. I hesitate. Then I look up, forcing a soft smile on my lips. Just like they have taught us before entering the workshop.Dark eyes stare down at me. A frown appears on the forehead, throwing g...

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Collectibles

Weekly Contest #351

The figurines were lined up neatly on the shelf. All had the same shape. At first Matilda thought they were tiny bells. But on closer inspection they were depicting a sitting human.White, yellow, green, pink, blue, blank, red … Quite colorful. I wonder …“Don’t touch that.”Matilda whipped around. She came to face a short woman who hunched over a cane. Her white hair was tied to a tight bun on the nape of her neck.“I’m sorry. I was just looking. Mrs. Woringer?”Matilda straightened her back and smiled at the old lady. In reply Mrs. Woringer gri...

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Discovered

Weekly Contest #350

The grey-haired man had his eyes on her the second she looked in his direction. Paula’s head snapped back immediately, fixing her eyes on the screen in front of her. Heat crept up her cheeks. She had a half-filled Excel® file in front of her. On the other screen, the numbers were waiting to be keyed in.The numbers started to blur. She blinked a few times, but the font didn’t sharpen. With a sigh, she took off her glasses. Rubbing her eyes stung, but the tiny explosions of light behind her eyelids were worth it in Paula’s book. She opened her...

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My Kitchen Chaos

Weekly Contest #350

„Mama! Maaaamaaa!“I step to the sink. With one hand, I open the tap. The water rushes out. It hits the spoon. A small fountain sprays upwards, soaking my apron. I wash the onion juice off my fingers. My eyes are still tearing. I sniff.“Mama!”I wipe my fingers on the now damp apron. Then I turn towards the door. Before rushing out, I check the kitchen.Knives – put away. Stove – not on yet. “What is it?”I put a smile on my lips, after clearing my throat.“What happened, my dear?”The moment I step out of the kitchen, my smile broadens.I wonder i...

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Scavenger Hunt

Weekly Contest #349

„The rain has stopped!“Immediately the shelter is filled with the sound of naked feet on stone floor. There is the rustling of clothes. They are mixed with zippers being closed. Finally, the door creaks open and sunlight streams in the hall.- “Group 1 and 2?”“Present, task leader Melanie and Sylvie.”- “Group 3 and 4?”“Present, task leader Marta and Simone.”- “Group 5?”Heads turn. Wet rubber on tiles carry rushed movements.- “Group 5?”“Present, we’re… we’re present.”- “Who’s leading?”“Hm… it’s… hu… Sara?”- “Was this an answer?“The young woman...

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Merlion Dreams

Weekly Contest #349

31st of AprilToday is April 31. I still can’t believe it! They really changed the dates. But if you think about it, it makes so much sense. It’s a once-in-a-lifetime event! I asked Nainai, if she’s excited to witness this change. She only nodded. I think I saw tears in her eyes.Never mind! I know it’s important. I know the government is going to bring further great ideas forward. Just like Pa, I’m going to help build a better future. 4th of MayI’ve packed everything and we’re ready to leave. Everyone except for Nainai. She doesn’t want to ab...

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Robin

Weekly Contest #349

“Is this really necessary?”- “We don’t know how long she’s been out there. Do you want to risk it?”“Maybe… we should ask Joe.”- “Maybe we should ask Joe.”“Stop copying me.”- “Well, then think for yourself for once. The rules are set. Now help me.”Rough hands grab my wrists. Gravel is scraping my skin. I want to scream.“She’s so heavy. Maybe we should have taken the kid.”- “No. We need the adults.”The kid? Robin!Putting all my strength into my legs, I kick. “Woah!”The back of my head hits the gravel. Pain. It’s a pulse. My eyes fly open. I fl...

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Salamander

Weekly Contest #348

What? Ugh. Why is it wet?The cold-wet sensation makes my toes curl. My socks get even wetter. I look at my feet. Scanning the floor, I finally catch the reflection of the small puddle. Half the size of a footprint. I frown but the damp sensation is too irritating. Teetering on my heels, I wobble into the kitchen.I pull the chair, sit down and peel off my socks. Light blue turned dark. From the toe tips to the arch. Halfway hanging them over the backrest of my chair, a whiff of the wet odor rises up my nose. My hands are tightening. Water dri...

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To Ask the Living

The shop was weatherworn, with paint peeling off the window frames. Without the recommendation, Greg would have passed the shop without a second glance. Once he stepped into the pharmacy, the complete opposite greeted him. The walls were washed white. The floorboards, although clearly old, were clean and well-maintained. A short man stood behind the counter. The wall of tiny drawers made him appear even shorter. The moment Greg entered the pharmacy, he looked up expectantly.“Welcome, Constable. How may I help you?”The voice was warm. Greg co...

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The picture of the cat

Weekly Contest #348

Brown fur. Which one would work? Lea’s fingers stroked gently over the neatly arranged coloured pencils in the box. Seeing the colours, she waited for the right feeling. A light tickling of her fingertips. A sped-up beat of her heart.Van-Dyck. Walnut. Umbra.The silver lettering shimmered under the light of her desk lamp. The half-finished cat in front of her waited for its fur. Then she felt it. The tingling.Huh? Nougat?The moment Lea fished out the pencil, she heard the footsteps. Dropping the pencil, her fingers found the light switch. Her...

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