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Morning Blessings

11/27/201704/21/2018 / Liz H-H / 6 Comments

Wake up. Open your eyes. Or not.

Stretch from the tip of your chilly nose, through the arms and shoulders, down your back, deep into the gluteus max, into the length of your calves and out through the end of each toe. Continue reading →

Solit’s Web

11/20/201704/21/2018 / Liz H-H / 3 Comments

She’d climbed down the drainage tunnel, crawling due east, then straight down. That ladder better not end before the tunnel did. Beau had promised, Continue reading →

The Real Nanjo Castille

11/11/201710/12/2019 / Liz H-H / 10 Comments

Blat of mule’s bray, and Nanjo rattled into the village square. People grumbled, crowding the buckboard wagon. They’d been waiting since dawn. The stench of unwashed clothes hung heavy in the morning heat. Continue reading →

Time Traveler (Too Many Questions, Child!)

11/09/201710/12/2019 / Liz H-H / 2 Comments

Unseen, I observe.

Red shorts, shirtless, she digs tiny toes into the sand. A mutt stretches nearby, ears pricking as the girl narrates the world under her dirty hands. Continue reading →

Senses of Summer

11/06/201704/21/2018 / Liz H-H / 8 Comments

Her fingers paused and flattened on the ridged wood of the screen door. A warm breeze flowed over her fingers, soft promise of the summer day. Springs screeched as she pushed through, concrete floor chill under her bare feet. Continue reading →

Moonlight Feels Right

11/02/201704/21/2018 / Liz H-H / 2 Comments

The relationship was…challenging, particularly in an urban setting. Continue reading →

The Emperor’s Third Daughter

10/14/201704/21/2018 / Liz H-H / 5 Comments

Red lights glow in outlying huts of the tiny village of Paanai-phat. Red lights signify the deadly fever is high, though flood waters have receded somewhat. Farther out, hearth fires have been snuffed with no family alive to feed them. Continue reading →

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