A Desperate Balance

08/10/201908/12/2019 / Liz H-H / 12 Comments

She stands in the shadows of the hidden cove, pebbles clacking quietly under her bare feet, salt water lapping at her toes.

“What does she want?” the ocean wonders. “Is she here as supplicant, queen, or warrior?” Continue reading →

Caffeinated Rock Star

08/04/201908/07/2019 / Liz H-H / 13 Comments

Click, click, and click. She scrolled down, drumming her non-mousing hand, as pictures froze and popped at slower than a snail’s pace. Definitely not rocket science, but she had places to go, things to do, people to be. Really, she had to dust her shelves, vacuum her carpet, wash summer dust from her picture window… Continue reading →

So Hot

07/18/201907/20/2019 / Liz H-H / 9 Comments

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Sweat slid down between her breasts, over her taut belly, dipping into her round navel and dampening the fabric of her summer shorts. Her sports bra was soaked, unable to absorb more sweet summer effusions. Continue reading →

Periodical Illiteracy (or How I Learned to Love My Public Library)

07/05/201907/06/2019 / Liz H-H / 4 Comments

Cheryl stood outside the heavy glass doors of her local public library, stepping to one side and nodding as the Tween pushed through in a rush, tinny post-Disney pop leaking from a pair of bright pink ear buds. Her forceful exit left the door open wide enough for Cheryl to step through without touching anything.

She didn’t want to leave any fingerprints. Continue reading →

Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time

06/29/2019 / Liz H-H / 10 Comments

We’d started with a couple buckets of ice blocks, and another couple with dried ice. These’d cool down the backyard while creating thick fog in our North Minneapolis back yard. Full sun, tropical temps; we’d lost a bar bet around nude sunbathing in a semi-public place. Continue reading →

He Waits

06/24/201906/26/2019 / Liz H-H / 8 Comments

He waits on the bridge by the lagoon, staring down at the moon, a pale and wavering contrast in dark water. Further down the shore, a splash and pop, followed by crunching, draws his attention. A moose shakes its ears in greeting and turns back to its evening snack. Continue reading →

Love Game

06/02/2019 / Liz H-H / 4 Comments

Heather clicked the radio buttons, desperate for a station that didn’t play classic rock. She snuck a shocked glance at Mom, behind the wheel, as MGMT’s “Little Dark Age” floated from the speakers.