Before the Rain

/ Liz H-H / 5 Comments
Sailboat anchored under a thunderstorm night sky
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Join us for a weekly blog party in Six Sentence Stories, hosted by Denise and attended by some mighty fine, fun folk. Prompt word=PINCH. Read, write and come back for more SIX SENTENCE STORIES.  (Link goes active Wed night).

He’d woken up to thick haze, followed by blinding white lightning that would have lit him up like a cartoon skeleton, and thunder, mere seconds later, that rocked his small sailboat; he was glad he’d traveled farther up the coast to this tiny and deep protected harbor.

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Game On 5

/ Liz H-H / 18 Comments
Norwegian Forest Cat
Norwegian Forest Cat

Join us for a weekly blog party in Six Sentence Stories, hosted by Denise and attended by some mighty fine, fun folk. Prompt word=BALLOON. Read, write and come back for more SIX SENTENCE STORIES.  (Link goes active Wed night).

Esme passes her hand over her scrying pool, attempting to clear the blurred images and connect with her sister, Maeve; she sees multiple snatches of plastics-littered fields and horizon and dead vegetation, smoky ill-colored skies, a bright blue button dropping from a crone’s hand, the edge of a purple cape undulating with the hand’s motion, followed by the view of a wild-haired troll woman, tail whipping, groaning over her ballooning belly as the words of a restorative spell barely come through distorted audio.

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All is Well

/ Liz H-H / 17 Comments
Bald Eagle lifting a fish from open waters

Join us for a weekly blog party in Six Sentence Stories, hosted by Denise and attended by some mighty fine, fun folk. Prompt word=THUNDER. Read, write and come back for more SIX SENTENCE STORIES.

Thunder just past midnight wakes me, causes my cat to lift his head and chirrup, then press himself deeper into my side and relax: all is well with the world.

Earlier in the day, a friend and I had emerged from a soft dirt path and shaded woods by the Mississippi into a blaze of July that took our breath away and slowed our steps.

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Game On 4

/ Liz H-H / 16 Comments
Norwegian Forest Cat
Norwegian Forest Cat

Join us for a weekly blog party in Six Sentence Stories, hosted by Denise and attended by some mighty fine, fun folk. Prompt word=PLAN. Read, write and come back for more SIX SENTENCE STORIES.  (Link goes active Wed night).

“They’re way behind schedule,” Babette peers up at her sister, Esme, from the depths of the scrying pool, adding “Winter comes down hard in this part of the forest, and my two familiars haven’t been by to update their progress on leading Lenore and Jack through the woods.”

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Game On 3

/ Liz H-H / 23 Comments
Norwegian Forest Cat
Norwegian Forest Cat

Join us for a weekly blog party in Six Sentence Stories, hosted by Denise and attended by some mighty fine, fun folk. Prompt word=DUST. Read, write and come back for more SIX SENTENCE STORIES.   (Link goes active Wed night).

Cat sits comfortably curled about himself in the square of Autumn sun, his tiny snore and twitching legs causing a greater swirl of dust motes that dance and dream and foretell of future hunts.

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Game On 2

/ Liz H-H / 14 Comments
Norwegian Forest Cat
Norwegian Forest Cat

Join us for a weekly blog party in Six Sentence Stories, hosted by Denise and attended by some mighty fine, fun folk. Prompt word=OPTION. Read, write and come back for more SIX SENTENCE STORIES.  (Link goes active Wed night).

Before she, Esme, lifts the ivory linen that protects the remainder of the morning’s bread from the inquisitive, errant bluebottle fly, before she takes another sip of the water-wine mix that has settled and reached a cool room temperature in the chalice, the ewer now drained and removed by her sole servant, she reaches for the wooden box wherein the cards rest, awaiting activation by her thoughtful consciousness.

Intention precedes intuition to get a true reading.

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Game On

/ Liz H-H / 24 Comments
Norwegian Forest Cat
Norwegian Forest Cat

Join us for a weekly blog party in Six Sentence Stories, hosted by Denise and attended by some mighty fine, fun folk. Prompt word=TABLE. Read, write and come back for more SIX SENTENCE STORIES.  (Link goes active Wed night).

She lifts the chalice, pausing for just a moment to allow the aroma to reach toward her, then retreat as its contents settle.

Behind her, standing on the back of the heavy wooden chair where the woman bides her time, the black cat shakes a paw, gazing straight ahead with cold green eyes, then lowers his head to lick and smooth the paw, and finally scrape and sharpen each claw.

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