Author: Liz H-H

Fini!

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So this is the end of a month-long challenge to write to prompt every day. I’ve done this group challenge for several years, as well as ones for the month of November. Productivity goes way up for the month, usually followed by a brief period to recharge, before jumping back into it. Usual output is a number of flash stories, not-great poetry, and very creative non-fiction (thematically true, but not necessarily true to MY life).

As we say in a favored Saturday morning writer’s group, “Remember: All of it’s true, none of it’s true.” to which I add, “That’s not really the point anyway.”

So, Basta! Fini! It’s the last Friday of a month that has been challenging in so many ways. I know there’s a bowl of Tatertot Hotdish ready to be heated up, and a lowball of Whisky Black with my name on it. And another Episode of a very popular Dystopian DVD waiting for me. It all seems very appropriate right now. Hope to read you all next year. And thank you, Linda Hill, for getting us organized!   

© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2025)

Just Jot January Day 31 Prompt: FINI, by our generous hostess, Linda. Be sure to visit their blog to read or just say hi!  See what other folks have done with the prompt, or add your own! https://lindaghill.com/2025/01/31/daily-prompt-jusjojan-the-31st-2025/

Beware the Ides of Feb

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What is this feeling? Dianne picked at her cuticle, exploring the sharp point of a hangnail that wouldn’t go away, despite her many efforts to clip the skin, moisturize, and even bite. It just kept coming back, capturing more territory as it advanced beyond the thumbnail. She could almost hear the cheers and a tiny bugle as the rolling plains of palm came into view, signs of the hangnail victory.    Continue reading →

Glamour

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“And you’re sure this will work?” Katya turned her head, one side then to the other. The image she saw before her wobbled, a reflection of her inner state. Straightening her back with grace, head held high and neck long, flashing dark eyes and firm jaw, hair silken and perfectly dressed—the mirror now truthfully reflected the young woman before her.  Running damp hands down the length of her embroidered full length skirt, she checked her silken slippers, the laces of her bodice, the knot, center and top, that shaped and lifted.              Continue reading →

JusJoJan and SoCSaturday: In Line

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They call to me, with voices of many genres, their due dates adding an extra whine to their plea. They wobble and sway in the winds of indecision of who to choose first. I can’t recall how many times of renewal I’ve invoked for each one. My chipped memory of delayed holds soon-to-be-released clinks against the ruined sides of a bottomless well of library requests.

I have too many interests.              Continue reading →