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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

© Ayr/Gray

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 →

One-Liner Wednesday: Be Colorful

/ Liz H-H / 2 Comments

Be Colorful

My li’l rebellious self
Chooses colors of the nose
Instead of focusing on the eyes
I offer you instead
Perfumes of butter, brown sugar,
Eggs and flour
Sourdough    bananas
Cinnamon     Nutmeg and Honey
Chocolate     cranberries      pecans
Slow baking and sensual
Close your eyes and inhale
Warm from my oven
To your palate

© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2025)

Just Jot January Day 15 and 1-liner Wednesday. Tap into the url below and see what others have done, say hi, and dream uo your own!  https://lindaghill.com/2025/01/15/one-liner-wednesday-jusjojan25-the-15th-be-colourful/

Dragon Tale

/ Liz H-H / 6 Comments

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 →

Unicorn

/ Liz H-H / 22 Comments
Boy sitting with his white dog, looking out over a shipyard, mountains distant

© Ayr/Gray

From Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr’s photo prompt, The Unicorn Challenge (12/29/23). No more than 250 words in length. Otherwise, let your creative flag fly!

Summer’s last sigh had arrived too soon. It was time to return to school and be constantly reminded that he was different. He gazed longingly over the concrete and steel shipping yard. His half-grown puppy leaned warm against his side, panting.    Continue reading →