It’s Too Fekkin’ Cold!

The granite was rough and hot under her bare feet. She squatted by the tidal pool, peering at the life teeming beneath her.

Kelp crowded in the center, tiny multicolored crabs parting its fronds with their dominant claw, blowing bubbles in irritation at being observed. Near the edge, barnacles glinted under the same sun that sizzled her shoulders and tightened her skin.

Soon they’d board the plane, back to Winter-socked home.

There! Behind that collection of miniature mussels! She gently grabbed a perfect star, stood and flipped him seawards, an exchange—a wish.

She smiled, knowing she’d be back.


© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2017)

Carrot Ranch Prompt (12/28/2017): In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about a wishing star. It can be central to the story or used in a different way. You can have a character interact or not. Go where the prompt leads.

18 thoughts on “It’s Too Fekkin’ Cold!

  1. Pingback: A Wishing Star « Carrot Ranch Literary Community

  2. My eyes are closed, I’m pretending to be there…pretending because if it were real I’d have to go outside in the 96 inches of snow and single digit temps to board a frozen plane. Yes, it’s too fekkin’ cold! Good instincts to write of wishing on a warm star.

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  3. Hello! I’m swimming around your site from my own Winter-socked home and I love what I’m finding beneath the rocks. Gems of writing, Liz. You are the star here. I was right with you on that granite, letting the sun sizzle my shoulders too. Fab! 🌞

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