Flicker(>100 words)

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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Beyond the Bend

/ Liz H-H / 18 Comments
open-faced pocket watch

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

To one direction, the railroad tracks led through a town choked and busy with deals being made, horses drawing carriages to protect the well-heeled inhabitants, and creaking wagons wide open and welcoming the cloudless sky, their boots crammed with sleepy children after a successful day at market, wedged in between baskets and the few wares that hadn’t sold; beyond the town’s borders, dusty roads and half-grown fields shimmered in the late-day heat.

They were all returning home, but she was not.

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Pick a Card

/ Liz H-H / 24 Comments
Black cat reading a magic book

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

Shuffle the cards, cut, and cut again to unlock the puzzle of how to move forward. The Literary Oracle Deck is elegantly boxed and illustrated, its sleek guidebook rich with character, guidance, and affirmation, especially if you’ve read the literary stories that inspire.

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Landlocked

/ Liz H-H / 14 Comments
Woman observing three giraffes in a savanna landscap
Image created by me & WordPress Image Creator.
Just for fun.

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

The steel fence was chilly on the meat of her forearms, so she rolled down her sleeves, not bothering to button the cuffs; the sun would come out from behind the clouds any time now.

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Faltered Kiss

/ Liz H-H / 30 Comments
Goofy headshot of the author, surprised. Hello!

Join us for a weekly blog party in Six Sentence Stories, hosted by Denise and attended by some mighty fine, fun folk. Prompt word=FLAG. Read, write and come back for more  SIX SENTENCE STORIES.   This is all I got for you right now!

My head is hot, tight—gimme a squeeze and my eyeballs will pop,
Plop into the space that separates your body from mine—
You’d burn from the kiss I might steal were I not so sick.
But it’s all right.

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JusJoJan26 Day 30: Cinnamon

/ Liz H-H / 3 Comments
face of a black cat

January 30: CINNAMON. Many Thanks to Tessa K. (Itsa me! Nom de Plume) for today’s prompt, as we take a moment or two each day this month to reflect on words that come from the community. And thanks to Linda G Hill for getting us organized!

I don’t know what they put in the new cat food formula the veterinarian gave me, but it sure had an affect on my old Tuxedo cat, Tolstoy. We’ve been together for about 15 years, and he’s gone from fluffy, with wizard locks beside each ear and a sage, but kittenish expression, to a bony-bummed, splay-legged, swinging belly, rheumy-eyed dreamer who seeks the sun’s warm rays in winter, but loves snuggling at night. We have a lot in common, in our respective old ages.

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