Scratch slick underboob
Balance cringe with sweet delight
Relationship goals!
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2025)
Nature Hike
hike
Goldie Walks
Goldie awoke. Daylight streamed through the thin fabric of the kitchen curtains. She’d been up late the night before, tending to her mother, who was never sick enough to seek aid from the healer, but never well enough to rise from her own bed in their own one-bed cottage. Continue reading
Recharging, WWYD?
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2024)
The challenge? Write a story in exactly 6 sentences based on Denise’s one word prompt: BOND. Visit, comment, and write & post your own on SIX SENTENCE STORIES. The Café is open. Come as you are!
(Because setting boundaries and holding space for ourselves is OK)
She slid onto the padded stool at the end of the otherwise empty counter that snaked and double-backed on itself through the diner, still sweaty and now cold from a cloudy afternoon hike around every unmarked trail in the nearby nature preserve. Continue reading
Taking Stock of Things
Norwegian Forest Cat
We write because it feels good,
Like after a long, exhausting hike
When you sit on your front steps
Watching the cat paw
For fresh grass under the snow.
And also because
We feel itchy and awful when we don’t…
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2023)
Gimme Shelter
“Too much noise going on out there, and nothing more I can do about it, than what I’m already doing.” She clicked off the TV and tossed the remote on the scarred, stained coffee table. “I wish I had a remote to use on myself and my busy thoughts!” Continue reading
Waiting for Spring (6-Sentence Story)
The task is to write a story in 6 sentences, no more no less, and if you’d like, share your creation or just visit and comment, with GirlieOnTheEdge, Diana. The prompt is ‘Clip”, and here’s where you join the party: Six Sentence Story on “CLIP”
She’d hoped to make the rounds before the storm blew in and kept her indoors and isolated for the next week and a half. She started out with the usual chores–library, groceries, pet supplies for the cat, liquor store, quick visit with her mom—but wanted one final hike at the State Park, taken at a fast clip, with its rolling hills, pine forests, and sparkling creek. Continue reading
Too Far From Home
She’d worn new Oboz hikers and thin wool socks, afraid of snakes on the trail since there’d been none on the plane. She’d strapped on a hip belt with double water holsters, and a chin-strapped billed cap with cape for sun protection. Continue reading
Valley of the Trolls 