Recharging, WWYD?

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© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2024)

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 →

Morning Song

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Long bleached wooden stairwa leadingdown to a white sandy beach and calm lake. Cloudy Day

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Many thanks to Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr for their photo prompt, THE UNICORN CHALLENGE. (11/08/2024). No more than 250 words in length.

(A dream, because I need peace and a bit of distance today.)

The morning started well enough, cool with birdsong, cat heavier than the wool blanket that marks this transition into true Autumn. Side sleeper me, Rollo’s wedged his backside against my belly, so committed to morning dreams, he doesn’t waken immediately, even when I roll onto my back. No purring yet. That’s fine.    Continue reading →

Wedge

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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 →

Midnight Sun 5

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Small house on a rocky moutain top, cloudy sky and evergreen healthy

© Ayr/Gray

Many thanks to Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr for their photo prompt, THE UNICORN CHALLENGE. 11/01/2024). No more than 250 words in length.

It was slow going, but once they’d gotten through the heavy new growth at forest’s edge, the journeywoman relaxed in the saddle and let Horse take the lead following the glacial stream. The further along they went, the broader the tree trunks, and the greater the space between them. She’d not slept well the night before and the slow, undulating climb had lulled her into a dream. Or perhaps it was a vision? Continue reading →