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 →

Little Things

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Stream of Conscousness:    January can be a dry month, creatively. Up here in the Midwest, kissing distance to Canada, it gets cold and dark. The last few years we haven’t got much in the way of snow – ok, so I exaggerate…I’m in the TC area – but everything is hard and monochromatic. Stark.              Continue reading →

Just Stop

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(Forgive my show of ill-temper)

Signed and certified
The orange skidmark
Slides down the back
Of US underpants
Floods our shoes
And stains the news
We make a mockery
Of our democracy

© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2025)

(Ok, this wasn’t exactly fun, but it had to be said. Because I’m sad, and we have to go on.) To join in the fun of Just Jot It January (reading or writing your own on the prompt), visit   https://lindaghill.com/2025/01/08/one-liner-wednesday-jusjojan25-the-8th-stop-following-me/#like-18645