Stories

Last Leg

/ Liz H-H / 12 Comments
A broken-off supporting leg of what might be a wooden spinning wheel in full sun on pale stone tiles

© Ayr/Gray

To my knowledge, I’m the only one left, just one part of what was once a humming, spinning wholeness. Legend notes the root causes as bad manners and ill temper. Surely other things contributed? All my people were slaughtered, an entire kingdom stopped in its tracks!

But I get ahead of myself…                Continue reading →

A Calling

/ Liz H-H / 1 Comment

We’ve tried you in everything.
Classroom, baker’s, weaver’s guild, butcher’s, child-minders’…
Even the pigs don’t like you.
The goats just ignore you…they ate our father’s best shirt last week.

She just couldn’t pay attention. Something else called, and it wasn’t in their village.                          Continue reading →

Worry-free Vacation

/ Liz H-H / 16 Comments

sexy lipsticked mouth & tongue

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

Eyes closed, she tips her chin upward to catch the sun’s soothing caress; this-get-away-from-cruel-winter vacation had been a long time coming, precious personal leave hours hoarded and approved by her boss long in advance.                Continue reading →

Bells

/ Liz H-H / 18 Comments
Two people exiting teh arched entryway of a very large church

© Ayr/Gray

Many thanks to Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr for their photo prompt for THE UNICORN CHALLENGE (01/10/2025). No more than 250 words in length.

“I’m not so sure about this.” Maisie, hands in sweatshirt pockets, looked sidewise at Ted. “Why are we doing this again?”
“Because it’s what we’ve always done.” Ted’s hands were calloused from many years of woodworking, and his strong, blunt fingers rasped across his unshaven jaw. He’d gladly traded his family business’ corporate ID for the scent of fresh wood and aromatic finishers. But the family’s silent disapproval of his choice still smarted.                    Continue reading →

Christmas Stalkings

/ Liz H-H / 6 Comments

This is your third and final notification, Bub!

Tony stared at the tiny screen on his phone, running his fingers through his hair. He grabbed his long bangs for stability, and sighed. He thought he’d gotten rid of the problem, set a boundary, and politely told Sue to eff off. No, he KNEW he’d told her to stop contacting him.              Continue reading →