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Suzanne Marsh

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2025

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He Was Expendable

He Was Expendable Suzanne Marsh Fifty years ago, I shipped out to Vietnam as a dog handler. I was assigned to Lucas as his handler; we trained for ten weeks at Fort Benning, Georgia, before shipping out for Da Nang, Vietnam. I was twenty years old in 1968. Vietnam was a wretched place; humidity in the jungles, snakes like the Bamboo Viper, but most of all, it was a lonely place for the American GI. Patrolling in the jungles, I must have walked at least one thousand miles during my tour. None of us wanted to be there, but we did our duty. I w...

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A Slap in the Face

A Slap in the Face Suzanne Marsh My mom used to say: “Time heals all wounds”. I am unsure I will heal after reading a book a close family member wrote. She betrayed me in a book that was simply drivel; the pictures were child-like scrawls. I was shocked that a prominent writing sight would allow her to publish the book. The book itself is poorly written. If I sound angry it is because I am! She thought the book would make her a great deal of money. That is a fallacy, to begin with, it is a self-published book, and she has to pay for each cop...

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Dear Bill

Dear Bill Suzanne Marsh June 2nd, 1943 Dear Bill, What an enjoyable time I had at Mrs Swans' home; thank you for giving me your address. I hope I am not being overly presumptuous sending a little good luck Scottie Terrier. I did not ask what your assigned job is in the Army. I hope I am not being to nosy. I am curious about people in general. Mrs. Swans was so glad to see you; her son Billy is a bombardier; I am sure she told you that; are you Billy's friends? I have so many questions but no answers. Do you have a girlfriend or someone speci...

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Running Late

Running Late Suzanne Marsh The interview was scheduled for eight thirty; I am not a morning person, so my alarm was supposed to go off at seven. The time was eight o’clock when I awoke. I sprang out of bed with fireman-like haste and took a two-minute shower. Quickly put on a white power suit, heels, and stockings, and put a run in the stockings. I grabbed a cup of coffee, it was a good thing I had made it the night before, I had no time to spare. I hoped I had not missed the bus which went right past the building where the interview was to ...

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Looking for Raphael

Looking for Raphael Suzanne Marsh 1939 Dawn was just breaking, the sunrise a brilliant pink, Prince Augustyor began preparations to move several famous paintings from the family’s museum. His plan was to hide several museum pieces before the Nazi Gestapo confiscated them. “We must hurry there is much sake. Be sure to pack the Portrait of a Young Man, a very valuable painting by Raphael. We can wall the important paintings at Sieniawa Palace. The lesser works can be hidden in the cellars. I must protect the museum pieces, the legacy of my fam...

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The Amber Room

The Amber Room Suzanne Marsh My heart was pounding in my chest as I ran; I had stolen a highly sensitive map the Soviets had been hiding. I had to get out of the Soviet Union as soon as possible or I would be found tortured and finally executed. I had to keep moving; my American handler wanted all maps and information about a shipwreck found off the coast of Poland, the Nazi steamer Karlsruhe. It was a good possibility that the missing Amber panels as well as other parts of the Amber Room stolen from the Catherine Palace by the Nazis were on...

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The Trap

The Trap Suzanne Marsh Mary Rankin stood silently watching the crowd clambering to lynch Sam Pike. The crowd was getting louder; leading citizens wanted to lynch Sam, and others wanted to see him put on trial and hanged. Mary knew he was innocent, he had been with her when the bank was robbed and the head of the bank murdered in cold blood. Mary knew now if she wanted to save Sam’s life she would have to tell her father the truth about her and Sam. She stepped into the street crossing it carefully, some ranch hands from the double D were fir...

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The Spy who Loved Me

The Spy Who Loved Me Suzanne Marsh Melinda Allen walked briskly toward the News Corner Bookstore, it had a small eatery where she stopped to eat upon occasion. Melinda strode into the bookstore, and she noticed a tall red-haired man. There was something about him that drew her attention. She ordered a beef sandwich, and a Coke, never taking her eyes off the man. The man noted the exotic-looking woman at a small table, they gazed into each other's eyes from a distance. Melinda wanted desperately to talk to the man. She walked over to where he...

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Goodbye my Sweet Lady

Goodbye my Sweet Lady Suzanne Marsh August 13, 2011 She was a frightened puppy running around a busy truck stop seeking help; a small dog with a brown coat. That cold miserable rainy night Lucky Lady entered our lives. We had stopped to eat; being seated in a big rig for hours on end requires time to get out of the truck and walk around, truckers must take an hour break before eight hours are driven. We walked toward the C store, had dinner, and then left since Earl had four hours to drive. The rain continued as we watched the dog begging pe...

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Who was Laura Bass

Who was Laura Bass? Suzanne Marsh 1867 The two young lovers fell into each other's arms; the moon full and bright. She was the most beautiful woman Sam Bass had ever seen, with long blond hair, crystal clear blue eyes, and skin of alabaster. Here he was under the large oak tree naked in his arms. Sam knew it was dangerous to be here with her. Her daddy owned most of Round Rock, Texas, and the surrounding area. Trace Matthews wanted what was best for his little girl. He sent her to Miss Howard’s Finishing School, he had great plans for her t...

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Farewell My Lovely

Farewell My Lovely Suzanne Marsh The petite dark-haired man stood watching intently out the window down at the street. He was caught like a rat in a trap; he tried in vain to find a way out of the window of the bistro. He heard the ahooga horn fast approaching, which meant the Gestapo was looking for the radio signal. He had turned the transmitter off. There were two other people in the apartment, where he was hiding. He was a spy, an Englishman whom the Gestapo wanted. He had to get out of there, he was risking not only his life but the liv...

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My Hand, My Heart

My Hand, My Heart Suzanne Marsh Scotland was the last place I thought I would ever find myself much less in the company of a Scottish laird. Angus Anderson was not my idea of what a man should be. He was a wee man with red hair, green eyes, and a nasty temper. Just how did I find myself in this predicament? My father, the laird of Loch Ronach decided it was time I was betrothed, after all at fifteen I was almost an old maid! Och! Those were days. Days when Scotland was fighting to rid themselves of the English, Edward Longshanks prevailed as...

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Tornado

Tornado Suzanne Marsh The wind began to pick up, and the sky became an odd color of green. Travis and Trent Matthews knew exactly what that green color sky meant, they had to seek shelter quickly, a tornado was lurking close. Travis watched as the rain came down hard, then came baseball-sized hail. The wind rocked the F150 Ford all over the road. This tornado was massive, they could see the funnel cloud for over three miles. They decided to try to outrun it, when suddenly Trent looked in the review mirror to see a large black funnel cloud, i...

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What Happened to Pennington?

What Happened to Pennington? Suzanne Marsh Detective Henry Hoover strode into the massive offices of George Pennington, Founder and CEO of Pennington Fresh Foods. George Pennington had summoned the detective for an early morning conference. Hoover knocked on the door, but there was no answer, something was very wrong. Hoover entered the inner office, noting the elderly white-haired gentleman, gazing out the window. Hoover, knew George Pennington was hard of hearing so he announced himself, first he cleared his throat: “Mr. Pennington, George...

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Once, Twice

Once, Twice Suzanne Marsh I hit the speed dial, my anger spilling over like a cup of hot tea in my lap. I was going to tell her off once a for all; how could someone be so thoughtless? I have always been the leader and she the follower, through many adventures. She had written two books, while writing them I asked her if she would like me to read it over, she said no she had it under control. I should have been suspicious then there was something she knew would anger me, but the question is what had I done to make her falsify facts that did ...

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