grief

Before the Rain

/ Liz H-H / 26 Comments
Sailboat anchored under a thunderstorm night sky
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Join us for a weekly blog party in Six Sentence Stories, hosted by Denise and attended by some mighty fine, fun folk. Prompt word=PINCH. Read, write and come back for more SIX SENTENCE STORIES.  (Link goes active Wed night).

He’d woken up to thick haze, followed by blinding white lightning that would have lit him up like a cartoon skeleton, and thunder, mere seconds later, that rocked his small sailboat; he was glad he’d traveled farther up the coast to this tiny and deep protected harbor.

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Freedom

/ Liz H-H / 19 Comments

Many thanks to Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr for their photo prompt, THE UNICORN CHALLENGE.  (04/25/2025). No more than 250 words in length.

© Ayr/Gray

Early morning footfalls changed from soft wet pad through dew labored grass, to sharp crunch of gravel still held by night’s razor sharp chill. A faint scent of black coffee hung in the silent air; no one was in the mood for chat. They had a wrong to right.

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Haunted

/ Liz H-H / 20 Comments
Spooky Moon

The challenge? Write a story in exactly 6 sentences based on Denise’s one word prompt: HAUNT. Visit, comment, and write & post your own on SIX SENTENCE STORIES. The Café is open. Come as you are!

Past midnight in a late winter thaw, Eddie stretched his limbs, smooth as ectoplasm and pale as the silver moon that shone in through the basement window. He’d grown tired of waiting, but why did he even care?

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Just Stop

/ Liz H-H / 6 Comments

 

 

 

(Forgive my show of ill-temper)

Signed and certified
The orange skidmark
Slides down the back
Of US underpants
Floods our shoes
And stains the news
We make a mockery
Of our democracy

© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2025)

(Ok, this wasn’t exactly fun, but it had to be said. Because I’m sad, and we have to go on.) To join in the fun of Just Jot It January (reading or writing your own on the prompt), visit   https://lindaghill.com/2025/01/08/one-liner-wednesday-jusjojan25-the-8th-stop-following-me/#like-18645

Time 7: Goodbye

/ Liz H-H / 11 Comments

Tree of Life

She sighs, runs knobby fingers through graying hair. The increasingly wiry strands slide silky still through veined hands, and she smooths them down, twisting them into a tight knot just above the nape of her neck. Surveying the scatterings of UPS boxes, packed a little heavy for professional movers, she wonders at how a woman’s entire life can be reduced to the wreck and rubble before her. 

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