Flicker(>100 words)

Mark of the Mountain Lion

/ Liz H-H / 27 Comments

Cougar at night

The challenge? Write a story in exactly 6 sentences based on Denise’s one word prompt: CLAW. Visit, comment, and write & post your own on SIX SENTENCE STORIES. The Café is open. Come as you are!

The girl kept to herself, eyes wary and movements silky like a night cat rounding a dark street corner, as she hopped off the back of the stagecoach just outside of Lula’s Saloon; she knew where she was headed but still distrusted the townfolk, based on all the stories she’d heard from other women who’d passed through Lula’s on their way to autonomy.              Continue reading →

Speedy Deliveries

/ Liz H-H / 12 Comments
Unusual bicycle, desribed in story

© Ayr/Gray

Many thanks to Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr for their photo prompt, THE UNICORN CHALLENGE. (09/27/2024). No more than 250 words in length.

Theirs was an unusual match. If not made in Heaven, then it was surely not made for the other place down below, too hot for either one of them. Here in the Middle Lands, in a small seaside town in the furthest regions of the oldest French settlement in NewWorld Settlement Alpha-dash-oh-niner-three, Cecilia and Norman have found peace.                    Continue reading →

Time 7: Goodbye

/ Liz H-H / 11 Comments

Tree of Life

She sighs, runs knobby fingers through graying hair. The increasingly wiry strands slide silky still through veined hands, and she smooths them down, twisting them into a tight knot just above the nape of her neck. Surveying the scatterings of UPS boxes, packed a little heavy for professional movers, she wonders at how a woman’s entire life can be reduced to the wreck and rubble before her. 

Or not.                  Continue reading →

Beginnings

/ Liz H-H / 13 Comments

Moon over mountain

[This appears to be number 3 in a series that began with “Time 5”, which also ended another series “Time 1-5”.  Patience please: just feeling my way along.]

He swore he’d loved her from the moment she first emerged from the ocean, dark hair streaming darker, glittering sea foam sluicing down her lithe young body; perhaps it was merely a vision of their future, because it was more than a decade later when first they spoke.                  Continue reading →

Midnight Sun

/ Liz H-H / 19 Comments

Moon over mountain

The midsummer sun meant an extra long day, and she and Horse had easily traversed the rocky field, pausing at the liminal space where diamond-sharp stream burst through dense curtain of darkest forest; they would not enter at night.                      Continue reading →