Reading Reid

This is the final installment of the series told in reverse order, so it takes place before Part 3. The brief for this section included: a dead end, a confession from the protagonist, and a proverb.   The overcast skies reflected the mood of the couple in the small London apartment. Grandma Hannah’s death had been a surprise to no one, as she had been ill for some time, but knowledge that it was imminent did nothing to soften the…

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This is Part 3 of the series told in reverse order, so it takes place before Part 2. The brief for this section included: a mirror, a conversation with a child, and an unforeseen consequence.   “Yes, Hannah. I promise I’ll bring you back a present from my trip to America,” Michael said, speaking into his laptop screen. The little girl on the other end of the Skype call grew excited. “What kind of gift, Daddy?” she said. “Well, that…

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Part 2 of the four part series told out of order. The brief for this piece included: a photograph, a brewing storm, and a closing door.   The crash of thunder jolted Michael awake.  Shit!  I didn’t mean to fall asleep!  He looked over at the mound on the other side of the bed.  No movement.  Good, he thought.  As gently as possible, he pushed back the blankets and eased out of the bed.  Of course, his clothes were scattered…

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The new short story posted today is Part One of a short story contest I entered recently. It is a unique series of stories in that they are told backwards. Part 1 happens in some point in time after Part 2, which happens after Part 3, which happens after Part 4. So the reader will know the ending before he/she will know the beginning. To make it a bit more challenging, the folks running the contest provided items that must…

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This is Part 1 of a four part short story told in reverse order, so while this is the first part for you, it’s the end of the story.   Michael crept quietly out the door, still carrying his shoes.  Once outside, he sat down on the stoop and quickly slipped into his chukkas and tied the laces.  Glancing up, he saw the lights were still out in the brownstone.  That’s perfect! he thought, and headed down the street. He…

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