Advert: A Cautionary Tale

11/24/2023 / Liz H-H / 7 Comments

For FlashNano Day 24, we were challenged to write a flash in the form of an advertisement. Many players had fun with this. Here is my answer:

A middle aged man with a bad comb-over of fading blond hair, dressed in khaki dress pants, a short-sleeve shirt and man sandals, rambles down a city street, bending to pick up dollar bills from the sidewalk right in front of him. He stuffs them in his pants pockets, front and back.

[Announcer: Dick spends his entire life chasing the all-mighty dollar] Continue reading →

Bundle

10/31/202010/31/2020 / Liz H-H / 7 Comments

Homeless person in a thing blanket, in a windy blizzard

She shivered in her layers of jackets, hunched over on the park bench. So cold that even the birds dared not sing for fear of cracking their beaks. A bedraggled squirrel flicked his careworn tail, hopping from frozen bundles of dirty gray leaves, to clods of dirt, to pieces of trash embedded in ice. Try as he might to make little to no contact with the ground, even his toes got cold, and he limped over to a concretized tree and jerked his way up and around the trunk and disappeared. Continue reading →

Take a Chance, Change Your Life

12/14/201912/16/2019 / Liz H-H / 7 Comments

Image by Annalise Batista from Pixabay

Extended version: Take a Chance, Change Your Life

We were never quite clear about how they got into the tool shed, how long they’d been there, or where they came from originally. They’d arrived before we did, and will likely leave long after we’ve gone. If they ever do leave. Continue reading →

Rodeo Event #3: How Rhonda Got Her Wings

12/08/201912/08/2019 / Liz H-H / 2 Comments

Countdown from the Carrot Ranch Contest: Three Act Story in 99 words (for more, see the link below)

Rhonda made sure to never be first in line, nor last to leave, always included but never singled out. But just between her shoulder blades, an itch whispered, “Step forward…take a risk!” Continue reading →

Intuition

05/21/201704/21/2018 / Liz H-H / 5 Comments

Black They circled the pit, noted the downward spiral that curled into thick darkness. Dropped a stone and waited for a splash, a thud, the clatter of a change in angle. Continue reading →

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