winter

And On the Seventh

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Back in the saddle again, after a break!

The challenge? Write a story in 6 sentences, no more & no less, and if you’d like, share your creation or just visit and comment on others’ ideas, with GirlieOnTheEdge, Denise. The prompt is “ETERNAL”, and here’s where you join the party: Six Sentence Stories

Slip on the Sorrels with a scrape and a thump, follow with a puffy jacket and least favorite hat with that oversized faux-rabbit pompom on the top. The undercarriage has been taken care of with moisture-wicking long johns, thin wool socks, a heavy-duty sport bra, and an expendable pair of undies. Slide a pair of choppers with removable wool liners over bone-white fingers, rarin’ to get to work and heat things up. Continue reading →

Magic for Everyday

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Vintage Unicorn

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She picked at her cuticle, her nail scraping at the skin that had grown terribly hard and calloused, and now extended like a unicorn’s horn, on her middle, tallest finger. “That’s prophetic,” she thought wryly, giving the side-eye to her boyfriend.  Continue reading →

January 23-25: Unbelievable, Journal

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Just Jot It January

January 25: Journal

Gratitude

J-ust flipping through the journal stacks

O-prah, Ladies’ Home, and Country Shacks

U-p and comers follow their lead

R-ead with interest to determine their need

N-ow I, unfunded, can afford to say “no”

A-nd walk away from the circus show

L-imited funds have their happy use

© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2022)

January 24: Unbelievable

What’s in a Name?

“But I swear to you, it’s all true!”

“Yeah, I think you spend too much time on your own, Megan,” Flora laughed. She frowned at Megan, at the hair that hadn’t seen a stylist for an entire summer, the crow’s feet limned in white from squinting into the sun, and the strong, tanned legs with skin just a bit too dry. At least she was still shaving her legs, but the cuts-offs were torn and baggy, and there was a stain on the oversized t-shirt.

Flora continued, “So where is this little forest man you’ve been telling me about?”  Continue reading →