Beginnings

09/04/202409/04/2024 / Liz H-H / 13 Comments

[This appears to be number 3 in a series that began with “Time 5”, which also ended another series “Time 1-5”. Patience please: just feeling my way along.]

He swore he’d loved her from the moment she first emerged from the ocean, dark hair streaming darker, glittering sea foam sluicing down her lithe young body; perhaps it was merely a vision of their future, because it was more than a decade later when first they spoke. Continue reading →

Citronella (Parts 1-3)

08/06/202408/10/2024 / Liz H-H / 11 Comments

Apartment building with a gated terrace, and no obvious entry.

Citronella (Part 1)

Citronella leaned over the balcony and sighed, staring down at the village parti-gras. Before, she’d been content to lean on the iron parapet, separate from the mad goings-on below. Before, she’d been satisfied with her mother’s witchy warnings of the dangers of joining the sweaty rabble. Before, she’d felt empowered by her choice of who she’d let climb her long, golden braid to the top floor. She’d lived there for as long as she could remember.
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Waiting On a Wire

07/17/202407/17/2024 / Liz H-H / 19 Comments

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

Patience was never my virtue.
Outwardly calm while
Rats stage a rave
In the pit
The very base of my belly,
Desire and nerves beg expression. Continue reading →

Eccentric

05/10/202405/12/2024 / Liz H-H / 19 Comments

Many thanks to Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr for their photo prompt, The Unicorn Challenge (05/10/2024). No more than 250 words in length.

Hildie was at her wit’s end. Franz had always been forgetful, more interested in the mechanics of lock-work, how to build a better mousetrap, and getting just the right measurements to repair the town’s old clock tower. His work was much admired, his prices more than reasonable, so his peculiarities were forgiven by the townsfolk and accepted as the oddities of a brilliant mind. Continue reading →

Apple

04/09/202404/10/2024 / Liz H-H / 19 Comments

A tiny nip to snap through skin.
A wider bite draws pale flesh in and rolls it expertly over the tongue.
Molar work seeks tart and sweet, drives flesh and juice to tumultuous release.
Swallow and savor the journey to core.
Thus settled, it satisfies, but really, you want more.
This, too, is love.

© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2024)

The challenge? Write a story in exactly 6 sentences based on Denise’s one word prompt: CORE. Visit, comment, and write & perhaps post your own on Six Sentence Stories !

Tears and Rain

03/02/202403/02/2024 / Liz H-H / 20 Comments

First step? Draw the chalk outline.

Berta sat back on her heels, trying to remember the next step from Baba’s grimoire. She was sure she’d gotten all the right ingredients: white chalk, pint jar of honey, ten pound sack of dirt from Janeesa’s grave. There were words she needed to say, herbs to sprinkle as she said them. Continue reading →