Solstice: Fortune’s Path

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picture of a raven, denotes possibe magical doings

Happiest Winter Solstice. The days get longer from here on in! 🌞

Delighted and honored to be published (as alter-ego Tessa Kjeldsdottir) in Eternal Haunted Summer’s Winter Solstice e-zine (https://eternalhauntedsummer.com/)! Click on the link for full access to this issue’s poetry, short stories, and essays, and more.

Click (https://eternalhauntedsummer.com/issues/winter-solstice-2024/fortunes-path/ ) to go directly to my short story “Fortune’s Path”, a Hansel & Gretel re-visioning, with a surprise ending.

Many thanks to Karen, Kate and Alice for beta-reading and encouragement!

 

Winter Pulla Bread

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

You start with a precise recipe: this many deciliters of starter, so many grams of flour (careful not to overpack, and smooth the top evenly with a blunt butter knife), a measure of vegetable oil, a half teaspoon of yeast dissolved in ¼ cup (plus two extra teaspoons) of warm water, and half that amount of salt, ¼ cup of honey, a single brown-shelled egg (room temperature and beaten), one quarter-cup of golden raisins (soaked for an hour and drained, to be added last) and a generous rounded teaspoon of cardamom.

Except that you halve the recipe because your mother has passed and she can no longer help you enjoy the bounty.                            Continue reading →

Dragon Tale

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golden dragonThe tunnel was twisted and long, hard rock alternating with slippery sand, no light shining through its natural chimneys as she’d been told to come during night time; she knew the way, having traversed so many times, and knew that the rising humidity heralded the glow of underground mushrooms.

Zillarda waited for the visitor, curled tight around her steadily-decreasing horde.                Continue reading →

Haunted or Hunted?

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Black Side gate of a country cottage, except there's a red door behind it, and it looks like a face. Read on!

© Ayr/Gray

“I’m telling you, I’m not going to their cottage for the weekend!”

“Whyever not?” Perplexed I was, that once again, he was refusing. “It’s not like we’re going for the fox hunt. Haven’t done that for years!”                    Continue reading →

Tradition

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

Her work had only just begun, but the timeline was tight, tempers frayed, and there would be many hours before she could shut down the kitchen and rest her head.                              Continue reading →