A fog-locked boat, lost in Superior shipping lanes,
Radar reflectors hung high on mast and wide on boom,
Churns in a stomach-grinding corkscrew of wave.
You haven’t eaten for weeks. Continue reading
A fog-locked boat, lost in Superior shipping lanes,
Radar reflectors hung high on mast and wide on boom,
Churns in a stomach-grinding corkscrew of wave.
You haven’t eaten for weeks. Continue reading
The challenge? Write a story in exactly 6 sentences based on Denise’s one word prompt: PLATFORM. Visit, comment, and write & perhaps post your own on SIX SENTENCE STORIES. The Café is open. Come as you are!
It’s too hot to stay aground, too hot to listen to them natter and fight over nothing of real importance. Continue reading
The challenge? Write a story in exactly 6 sentences based on Denise’s one word prompt: REMOTE. Visit, comment, and write & perhaps post your own on Six Sentence Stories !!
It’s not that the trip across the channel was long, but that it was terribly uncomfortable: waves rolling and resolving in a stomach-lurching corkscrew, aluminum hull juddering against whitecaps, a ceaseless and acidic breeze from somewhere else besides the majority of the big lake (because no matter the weather elsewhere, this channel was always like this); legend has it that fewer than three persons had ever crossed within a single season before the lake iced over, so does this make me number three, or four? Continue reading
From Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr’s photo prompt. The Unicorn Challenge (06/23/23). No more than 250 words in length.
(And no, this is not murder, but death by cancer)
The last rock is placed. She stands back to evaluate her work. One hundred stones, enough to trace an outline. It’ll do. Her father’s body had become wasted, crumpled like a…a croissant! A little repose, in straightening out this depiction of his form. A little humor to remind her to breathe. Continue reading
A friend’s gifted garden moss becomes dry and flat in its simple cup,
Wire butterfly perched on curved handle.
Too much time wasted, waiting.
Envision an enclosed glass world, layered:
Lake Superior red sand;
Rocks harvested from long-ago summers
(pale girlie feet wavering white under icy waters);
A sneeze of dirt, for the moss that yields tiny, white blooms;
Additional plants to be identified;
A snail or two, sweet company?
Budget store clarifies: Re-use from home.
Window well pebbles;
Superior rocks only;
Drainage moss;
Dirt from the cup;
Hollow glass block: the world.
Vision realized: on time, in budget.
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2023)
Carrot Ranch Prompt (06/20/23): In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about grains of sand. Where are these grains and what importance do they hold? How many ways can you think of to use sand? Who interacts with the sand and why? Go where the prompt leads!
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