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Last Leg

/ Liz H-H / 12 Comments
A broken-off supporting leg of what might be a wooden spinning wheel in full sun on pale stone tiles

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To my knowledge, I’m the only one left, just one part of what was once a humming, spinning wholeness. Legend notes the root causes as bad manners and ill temper. Surely other things contributed? All my people were slaughtered, an entire kingdom stopped in its tracks!

But I get ahead of myself…                Continue reading →

And Only I Am Left To Tell the Tale

/ Liz H-H / 24 Comments
Red Phone booth overlooking a lush country village with a marina and a few boats, mountains and blue sky in the background.

© Ayr/Gray

From Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr’s photo prompt, The Unicorn Challenge(11/10/23). No more than 250 words in length. Otherwise, let your creative flag fly!

In the days of yore, a peaceful village nestled in the arms of a twinkling ocean inlet and rolling flat fields, graced with beautiful and unique birds. For years, the village was content with its few sailing boats, small school, single church, and a millenary that made the finest hats. Each hat was graced with an iridescent tail feather from those birds, who monthly shed just one tail feather, enough to suit the vanity of the townsfolk. Continue reading →

Well, Why Not? (Part 4)

/ Liz H-H / 8 Comments

Sister Indelicata left the cacophony of squeals and laughter behind her; the tall, hardwood door sneezed delicately shut, blessing the happy, healed family. Indelicata’s bare feet whispered swift and sure, softer than the guttering of the beeswax candles that provided more scent than light. Continue reading →