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Early September AM

/ Liz H-H / 16 Comments
Yellow autumn leaves
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Early September AM

I yawn and stretch, displacing the kitty wedged against my hip;
He’s clever enough to patiently pad a circle as I settle,
Draping himself over the valley of my belly when I finally lie on my side.

I’d left the shades open
When the first wave of rain blew through,
Reconsidering that the open window would fail to balance the lingering humidity.
I long for the freedom of cooler air, a lower dewpoint.

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But First

/ Liz H-H / 20 Comments
Image source: Echo by Ellen Thesleff, Finnish (1891)

Join us for a weekly blog party in Six Sentence Stories, hosted by Denise and attended by some mighty fine, fun folk. Prompt word=FUNCTION. Read, write and come back for more SIX SENTENCE STORIES.  (Link goes active Wed night).

We are clearly well beyond the summer solstice as the light has changed to the crisper blue that contrasts so well with ripening pumpkins, while a brisk late morning walk continues to pool sweat in the lower back’s hollow and between one’s breasts.

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Game On 6

/ Liz H-H / 19 Comments
Norwegian Forest Cat
Norwegian Forest Cat

Join us for a weekly blog party in Six Sentence Stories, hosted by Denise and attended by some mighty fine, fun folk. Prompt word=YARN. Read, write and come back for more SIX SENTENCE STORIES.  (Link goes active Wed night).

Sunset had yielded to evening, and Esme sat in a comfortable chair by the scrying pool, hands resting gently over Cat who had draped himself over her lap, his purrs interrupted by tiny snores and the occasional alert pose as he spotted something at the edge of the woods that she did not; they had been sitting together like that for hours.

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Game On 4

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Norwegian Forest Cat
Norwegian Forest Cat

Join us for a weekly blog party in Six Sentence Stories, hosted by Denise and attended by some mighty fine, fun folk. Prompt word=PLAN. Read, write and come back for more SIX SENTENCE STORIES.  (Link goes active Wed night).

“They’re way behind schedule,” Babette peers up at her sister, Esme, from the depths of the scrying pool, adding “Winter comes down hard in this part of the forest, and my two familiars haven’t been by to update their progress on leading Lenore and Jack through the woods.”

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Game On 3

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Norwegian Forest Cat
Norwegian Forest Cat

Join us for a weekly blog party in Six Sentence Stories, hosted by Denise and attended by some mighty fine, fun folk. Prompt word=DUST. Read, write and come back for more SIX SENTENCE STORIES.   (Link goes active Wed night).

Cat sits comfortably curled about himself in the square of Autumn sun, his tiny snore and twitching legs causing a greater swirl of dust motes that dance and dream and foretell of future hunts.

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Game On 2

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Norwegian Forest Cat
Norwegian Forest Cat

Join us for a weekly blog party in Six Sentence Stories, hosted by Denise and attended by some mighty fine, fun folk. Prompt word=OPTION. Read, write and come back for more SIX SENTENCE STORIES.  (Link goes active Wed night).

Before she, Esme, lifts the ivory linen that protects the remainder of the morning’s bread from the inquisitive, errant bluebottle fly, before she takes another sip of the water-wine mix that has settled and reached a cool room temperature in the chalice, the ewer now drained and removed by her sole servant, she reaches for the wooden box wherein the cards rest, awaiting activation by her thoughtful consciousness.

Intention precedes intuition to get a true reading.

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Game On

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Norwegian Forest Cat
Norwegian Forest Cat

Join us for a weekly blog party in Six Sentence Stories, hosted by Denise and attended by some mighty fine, fun folk. Prompt word=TABLE. Read, write and come back for more SIX SENTENCE STORIES.  (Link goes active Wed night).

She lifts the chalice, pausing for just a moment to allow the aroma to reach toward her, then retreat as its contents settle.

Behind her, standing on the back of the heavy wooden chair where the woman bides her time, the black cat shakes a paw, gazing straight ahead with cold green eyes, then lowers his head to lick and smooth the paw, and finally scrape and sharpen each claw.

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