Recharging, WWYD?

11/11/202411/14/2024 / Liz H-H / 11 Comments

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

(Because setting boundaries and holding space for ourselves is OK)

She slid onto the padded stool at the end of the otherwise empty counter that snaked and double-backed on itself through the diner, still sweaty and now cold from a cloudy afternoon hike around every unmarked trail in the nearby nature preserve. Continue reading →

Wedge

11/05/202411/07/2024 / Liz H-H / 22 Comments

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

Midnight, and everyone has slipped into the sleep of the dead, the moon itself absent from the sky, stars snuffed by the thick November fog that leaves a layer of glittering hoarfrost on stiff, silent grass and branches. Continue reading →

Better Angels

10/28/202410/30/2024 / Liz H-H / 26 Comments

Youndg man in kilt and knee socks on the bench playing a small guitar, spare by his side, in the hallway of a brightly lit modern pub.

Andi checked the address on her cell phone, grumbling, “You’re sure this is the place…it looks awfully ‘country club’ to need our skills?” Continue reading →

Spider Spun

10/23/2024 / Liz H-H / 16 Comments

Hannanah looks hard in the mirror
As the cracked image fades with each shallowing breath. Continue reading →

Midnight Sun 4

10/16/2024 / Liz H-H / 22 Comments

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

The sun set extra late and rose extra early in this northern clime, and the journeywoman rose, the normal energic exhilaration that accompanied such long summer days thin in the shadow and grief of her mother’s passing. Continue reading →

Mark of the Mountain Lion

10/02/2024 / Liz H-H / 27 Comments

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 →

Time 7: Goodbye

09/27/202409/28/2024 / Liz H-H / 11 Comments

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 →