COVID

Faltered Kiss

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Goofy headshot of the author, surprised. Hello!

Join us for a weekly blog party in Six Sentence Stories, hosted by Denise and attended by some mighty fine, fun folk. Prompt word=FLAG. Read, write and come back for more  SIX SENTENCE STORIES.   This is all I got for you right now!

My head is hot, tight—gimme a squeeze and my eyeballs will pop,
Plop into the space that separates your body from mine—
You’d burn from the kiss I might steal were I not so sick.
But it’s all right.

No COVID, nor RSD, too intense for a simple head cold,
Which leaves us with a self-diagnosis of sinus infection or flu:
My joints ache and skin hurts as my main meals are swallowed snot.
This too shall pass.

My body mocks me, a sneeze five minutes before a trail of snot slides down my chin
Like tears, soaking the already moist (ew) tissue grabbed up,
Then discarded back onto the pile of other wet ones.
Let’s flag kisses for later, Dear; will you still love me tomorrow—
Well, next week?

© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2026)

COVID Cough

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© Ayr/Gray

Many thanks to Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr for their photo prompt, The Unicorn Challenge (05/24/2024). No more than 250 words in length.

I can’t say I hadn’t been warned. Miranda had told me time and again that when dealing with this particular type of book at my stage of apprenticeship, it was critical that I read carefully, and be sure to look neither backward nor forward. It would be seen as an impertinence…as if I hadn’t cared enough to pay attention the first time.             Continue reading →

Fly In the Ointment

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Write a story in exactly 6 sentences based on Denise’s prompt: CHALLENGE. Visit, comment, and write & post your own on Six Sentence Stories

There was a stack and a gathering of doodads and curlicues, large boxes and small, unassembled whatnots, tubes of crackling rolled brightness, piles of ribbon that had been carefully constructed in some far away, foreign factory, as well as the tight rolls of plastic-ey sticky stuff designed to hold the holiday-everything together.      Continue reading →

Just-Jot-It-January (Jan 16-18)

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Just Jot It JanuaryJoy and Cycle

So, this month I’m doing a challenge to write a micro a day, for Just-Jot-It-January. Thanks to Linda G. Hill, bloggers in the “Play Group” have proposed a one-word prompt for each day. We share our responses back to Linda’s page, and are able to read what others come up with. I’ll post my responses every few days in bundles, to respect your in-boxes. But if a prompt tickles your imagination, please click its connecting link to read more!

January 18: Cycle

Cycle

You’re huddling in a downtown vestibule, at the bitter edge of the neo-trendy Warehouse district, waiting for entry to an open-space office building for tech/engineering nerds. Like me. Like so many. Before quarantine and COVID and vaccination status became the second question in every off-the-record casual conversation. You’re hoping for a change in the weather, for a job, even a temporary job, to come around.  Continue reading →

Just-Jot-It-January (Jan 10-11)

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Just Jot It JanuaryChocolate and Cosmopolitan

So, this month I’m doing a challenge to write a micro a day, for Just-Jot-It-January. Thanks to Linda G. Hill, bloggers in the “Play Group” have proposed a one-word prompt for each day. We share our responses back to Linda’s page, and are able to read what others come up with. I’ll post my responses every few days in bundles, to respect your in-boxes. But if a prompt tickles your imagination, please click its connecting link to read more!

Jan 11:  Cosmopolitan

Summer Dreams

Joshua hooked up the donkey to the wagon, checking that the traces were secured to the yoke and tongues. He patted the donkey’s neck and laid an affectionate arm across its withers while he waited for his pa. Scanning their small lands, the half-grown fields, the river that flowed past the hardwood forest, and big sky, his eyes rested again on their wagon. Continue reading →