The Sun Shines on the Half-Moon Café

12/29/201710/12/2019 / Liz H-H / 3 Comments

(Synopsis in a 9-word flash): Waitress Helen saves the day, vanquishing slimy memory monster.

The usual crowd was gathered at the Half Moon Café. Faded awnings snap in the cool October night as condensation slides down the tiny restaurant’s wide front windows.

Shelly, in her booth, flips her hair back to catch a glimpse of kitchen staff, Josh. His honestly-earned farmer’s tan flashes below his white t-shirt as he lugs a tub of dishes to the kitchen. She parts her lips. He blushes and smiles. Continue reading →

My Mouth-Watering Performance

12/11/201706/03/2018 / Liz H-H / 6 Comments

“All I remember,” I pause, heaving a shuddering sigh, “Was walking into the downstairs parlor. It was dark, but I smelled swampland. 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 →

Love in the ’80’s

11/17/201710/12/2019 / Liz H-H / Leave a comment

(Response to the second Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Rodeo: Humor)

“Thanks for the ride!”

“There’s a payphone in town. We’ll take you there,” the farmer nodded from under his straw hat as his wife peeked around the edge of her bonnet.

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So how’d I land here, sharing the back of an Amish wagon with two piglets, a smelly sheep, and a drooling farm dog? 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 →