Mindscape_Like A River_Dinner with the Dead_Beauty and the Taxidermist
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Mindscape
A speck of green and gold crawled along the periphery of my armchair. Its whiskery feet shook in trepidation as it clumsily navigated over a ridged fold in the fabric. The nervous beetle swiftly froze, as though conscious of my fixation, before resuming its tremulous tread.With my line of sight trailing after its beady silhouette, I began to ponder the intrinsic mechanism which guided its course. What appeared as random, erratic motion at this grand scale perhaps consisted of a series of calculated decisions on the beetle’s part. Perhaps we, equally, appeared as wandering insects with no disce...
Like A River
Like a River Ann Martin A story from down-under. Tasmania to be precise. I hope some of the references aren’t too obscure, but I can’t be the only Australian Reedsy Prompt author. ……………………………………………………She arrived at his door in a rainstorm, soaked and shivering. Turquoise dye from her shoes was oozing across her feet and mascara was dribbling her cheeks. The sleeves of her coat slid down over her fingertips and she had a sodden scarf tied over the dome atop her head. “Is it you what wants a model?” she asked. This was nineteen sixty-five. Not everybody owned a home phone and artists like Clive...
Dinner with the Dead
The grey door in front of Lester was far too unassuming for what existed on the other side. An assistant - Jamie, according to his nametag - played tour guide for the teen, rambling in his most excited voice about the wonders of cognitive storage technology. None of it registered; Lester could only stare at the door. What would it be like meeting an actual dead person? What woulwww.onedoor.ccd this Curtis guy be like?Jamie finished reading the factoids off his notecards then opened the door. He ushered Lester inside a small room that had a rectangular wooden table in its center and six chairs pushed underne...
Beauty and the Taxidermist
We sat huddled in the bushes waiting with baited breath for him to come out. The blue A-frame was on the outside of town. The town folks thought he was mysterious. Once a month he would go into town for groceries and wouldn't be seen until the next month. His quietness made me want to talk to him even more, but my parents banned me. I guess I just never got around to it. He got his paper delivered at the same time every day. The oak door creaked open as a eighteen year old man with black hair looked outside for danger. His brown eyes looked over at the bushes we were in. "That's funn...