Mindy Reed
Bio
Mindy is an, editor, narrator, writer, librarian, and educator. The founder of The Authors Assistant published Women of a Certain Age: Stories of the Twentieth Century in 2018 and This is the Dawning: a Woodstock Love Story in June 2019.
Stories (75)
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Denial
The internet had only come to Carlington, MT a year ago. Karl Carlington, great-great-grandson of the town founder figured it was because of all of the fancy celebrities who had been moving into the area. Karl wasn’t all that interested in texts or tweets or pop-up ads. He agreed to have it installed in his house so his grand-kids would visit him from California.
By Mindy Reed3 years ago in Fiction
Scam Likely
The big box warehouse across the street was experimenting with drone deliveries. I thought the damn thing had got off course when a box in plain brown wrapping was plopped in front of my front door. I pulled myself out of my desk chair; it was time to open anyway. I unlocked the door and scooped up the package without looking for a sender or recipient. I figured I’d take it back across the street—if I remembered. I had a lot on my mind.
By Mindy Reed3 years ago in Fiction
O'Fallon's Curse
As a NASA engineer, Patrick O’ Fallon, III received one of the models the agency had made for the members of the 1985 Challenger team. He sat on the floor by the Christmas tree assembling the miniature shuttle for his son. It had been a stressful year for Patrick and the team. They were behind schedule with the updates for the spacecraft that had already completed nine successful missions, including a spacewalk, and carried the first American female and African American astronauts.
By Mindy Reed4 years ago in Fiction
The Magician's Assistant
JC left the Gold Coast Casino where he worked as a magician’s assistant. The headliner appreciated his ability to disappear and reappear seamlessly and often asked him the technique. JC could not explain his ability to resurrect, but the illusion kept money in his pocket. The Gold Coast was not on the Las Vegas strip, a surprise to many tourists who bought tickets to the magic show only to discover the 1.5 mile distance was a hike in the desert heat they were unwilling to take, which meant a taxi ride. Taxi drivers hated these fares because the riders were so miffed, they wouldn’t tip the cabbies.
By Mindy Reed4 years ago in Fiction
