I’ve recently written a new short story that I shared part 1 with you yesterday, and it’s all thanks to Reedsy. You see, every Friday morning, they put out a shortlist of prompts in a contest. The whole idea is that a writer has to take one of five prompts, write a story between 1000-3000 words and submit it before the next Friday. There’s a cash prize involved to sweeten the pot.
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So a couple of weeks ago, that’s what I did. Here’s the prompt,
Write about someone who never planned to make history but is now about to deliver a speech in front of millions.
Here’s part 2, and the conclusion of that story.
When I regained my senses, I was lying in a hospital bed. Alexis was on one side of my bed, and Harper the other.
“You saved my life,” she said. “You really did take a bullet for me. Thank you isn’t sufficient,” Her whiskey-brown eyes were damp.
“Just doing my job, Madame President.”
I turned my attention to Harper. “You know, for a second, I thought you really had punched me the way you used to threaten me when we were younger.”
Harper shook her head. “I wouldn’t have…”
“I know,” I smiled a little. We’d grown up three houses apart, and no matter how often she’d threaten to kick the stuffing out of me, we were best friends.
“I owe you a great deal.” Our newest President said. “Not just introducing Harper to me all those years ago, but today…” Emotion overwhelmed her and she couldn’t finish.
“No Ma’am, you don’t owe me a thing. Just promise me you won’t give away my job while I recover.” I replied.
“Your job is yours as long as you want it, no matter what condition you’re in!”
Thank you, Ma’am, I’ll be out of here faster than a speeding bullet.”
They both groaned.
“Too soon?” I asked.