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Suzanne Marsh

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2022

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What Not to Do on a First Date

   What Not to Do on a First DateSuzanne MarshNervous is the operative word here, fifteen years of not dating and here I was going out on a date. I had been preparing myself for this since last Saturday, tomorrow was the day. What were we going to talk about? I was eight years his senior what common ground did we have? I was in the middle of an ugly divorce, and dating was the last thing on my mind. He was so handsome, with blond hair, blue eyes, nice build, what more could I ask for? I had an hour before I had to leave home t...

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A Red Rose Panic

          A Red Rose PanicSuzanne MarshEarl walked quickly to the closet, getting out a box with one dozen long-stemmed red American Beauty roses. They were beautiful just lying there in the box, I have always loved roses but these were something so special, they were the sweetest gesture of love on Valentine’s Day I could have thought of. We found a vase in the old farmhouse on a shelf. I wanted to leave them there, I had good reason to leave them there. Earl and I had been dating briefly, a...

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The Haunting of Wallace Beck

   The Haunting of Wallace BeckSuzanne MarshNovember 12, 1959“Turn around Beck, I want you to see my face, it is gonna be the last thing you ever see.” Wallace Beck in a movement as fast as greased lightning turned and fired the shot that killed his partner Max (the Brute) Larson. Wallace stared for a moment at the smoking gun in his hand, he dropped it and ran over to Max Larson:“Oh God Max I am sorry, you would have killed me if I had not killed you first.”Tears flowing down his cheeks, Wallace dragged Max’s body onto an old...

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Interview with a Witch

    Interview with a WitchSuzanne MarshThe door opened wide; a smile slowly spread across the round face of the owner, I was here to interview a woman who thought she was a witch. I hoped she would cooperate with me; I had no idea of the influence she would have on my life. She asked me to come into her home, asked if I would like a cup of tea, and then asked me to have a seat. I had no idea where to begin this interview but she graciously aided me:“I don’t do: “double, double toil and trouble; fire burn and cauldron bubb...

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Life with Acrophobia

       Life with AcrophobiaSuzanne MarshI have suffered from acrophobia since I was six years of age, the explanation is simple. My mom took me to the Statue of Liberty and the Empire State Building. The Statute of Liberty we went up into the crown, Mom explained that the arm and torch had been closed off. My six-year-old brain wasn’t phased. We took the elevator and began climbing a circular staircase into the crown. I was fine going up, but then something snapped in my mind, I was not going back down thos...

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The Last Survivor

   The Last SurvivorNovember, 1860 Suzanne MarshThe cold moonless night brought the two emaciated figures to a small gray stone house; a single candle burned in the window. The taller of the two figures rapped on the door two raps, then waited for three raps then waited, once again two raps. Cautiously the white front door opened, and a small voice waited for a password: “freedom”. Sarah Harris clad in her night dress motioned the two figures into the living area. The faces peered at her praying she would aid them in their fli...

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A Cup of Murder

         A Cup of MurderSuzanne MarshMaddie Martin could hardly believe her luck finding an old tea cup and saucer in Grandma Freda’s musty attic. It was a strange teacup with heavy use of gold with a huge red rose in the bottom of the cup. There was something odd about the cup. She held it in her hand transfixed by its beauty and craftsmanship. She thought about all the times she had been up in the attic, playing with priceless antique dolls. Clothes from the 1900’s, her attic was a treasure trov...

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The Confessions of a Professional Seat Cover

    The Confessions of a Professional Seat CoverSuzanne Marsh October 17, 1995Here I am in Utica a guest of my cousin Helen, while Earl goes to truck driving school. Daddid not exactly think this was the smartest thing we could do but there are perks, like travelingall over the United States. Two nights ago Earl came home from a truck driving school and askedme where the toilet plunger was. I asked what he needed the toilet plunger for. As a dutifulwife, I went and found the plunger. Earl had changed into his Zumba sweats...

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The Hill Beyond

           The Hill BeyondSuzanne MarshThe old man huddles in the corner of Tin Man Saloon, his blue woolen jacket tight around him, faded Sergeant stripes on the sleeves. How long had he been on this drunk? Had to be at least a week according to his calculations. The saloon keeper kept an eye on the old man. No one knew who he was or how he arrived in Fate, Texas. The Second Rebellion had been over for fifty years, why was he clothed in a Union jacket with butternut homespun pants? Folk...

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Finding Hope

             Finding HopeSuzanne Marsh Buchenwald 1943 The train rumbled into the open area where the Jews were made to jump out of the cattle cars they had been transported in. Anna Strausberg jumped and hurried as she had been instructed to do. The huge wrought iron sign simply stated: “Jedem das Seine” (To each his own). Anna moved with legs that felt like they would buckle under her. She made it past the first selection, and was marched to a stone barracks; it appeared fair...

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Revenge of the Kid

   Revenge of the KidSuzanne Marsh“Revenge is not an answer William, it is a dish best-served cold.” Words of prophecy or words of doom? Billy Bonney would remember those words for the rest of his short life. William H. Bonney aka Billy the Kid once again sat in a jail cell, more like a cold damp dungeon under the jailhouse in Lincoln County, New Mexico. Billy did not intend to stay in jail for taking a small black mare and several other horses; he sent for the man who owned them John Henry Tunstall, a gentleman English ranche...

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Ghost in the Pantry

   Ghost in the PantrySuzanne MarshHigh on a knoll was my dream home, Harper’s Cove; it was all I had wished for in my adult life. A small grayish-green cottage. I watched The Ghost and Mrs. Muir with Hope Lange and Edward Mulhare as the ghost. Harper’s Cove overlooked the Atlantic Ocean whose blue-green waters fascinated me. Now this gorgeous old home was ours. I drove into the driveway and began to unload the car with boxes we had loaded in the car, not far behind me was my husband Alex with the UHAUL truck. I could not wait...

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The Dying Wish

   The Dying WishSuzanne Marsh16 July, 1918 Ipatiev House, Yekaterinburg, RussiaMaria sensed a change in the men guarding her and her family in the days leading to their demise. She had just turned nineteen, and she was beautiful with long eyelashes, long brown hair, and eyes like huge blue saucers. Her sunny disposition made it difficult for the guards to dislike her. She was constantly watched, her only friend was Tonya, one of the town girls who aided her in dressing. On the night of 16 July 1918; Maria summoned Tonya; just...

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The Magical Penny

   The Magical PennySuzanne MarshPernod Peabody, his hand in his mother’s grip as they walked along the streets of New York City. Pernod kept his eyes on the ground, trying to keep pace with his mother: he noticed a bright copper penny, and he stopped to pick it up. His mother remonstrated him:“Pernod! What are you doing? We must keep moving, we must make the train on time.”Pernod smiled up at his mother:“Mother, look a bright copper penny, it shall be my best good luck charm, maybe even magical.”Nanette Peabody, clasped his g...

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The Deception

      The DeceptionSuzanne MarshGETTYSBURG, PENNSYLVANIA JULY 3, 1863“Come on Jed, we gotta sneak away now, them generals are gonna get us kilt.” Martin O’Hara pleaded with his brother, they were part of Pickett’s Brigade. They knew the objective was a clump of trees where all units were to converge. The march was at least one mile of open terrain; Martin had no intention of dying for a lost cause, it was time to leave. He waited while Jed took a quick look at himself:“Martin, I am staying if I die give this to ...

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