Carl Hartman
Bio
I am married and have three sons and one granddaughter. We live in Ohio and other than Army time, I have lived in Ohio my entire life thus far. I enjoy writing and reading what others have wrote.
Stories (11)
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Door Knocker
It was very cold Friday evening. Lite snow continued to fall onto what was already snow-covered streets. The temperature was ten degrees below normal and normal was cold enough. Luke was walking home from work. He wasn’t driving because, like many in the neighborhood, his car would not start. He could not afford to have it towed to a warm garage and let it sit inside until the fuel line thawed. He was walking.
By Carl Hartman3 months ago in Fiction
Feathers and Fur
Feathers and Fur He looked through the small oval opening that allowed entrance to oak tree stump that he called his home. It was as dark as he could remember it ever being. There was no moon to see by or to light the path to the large red building. There was only an occasional glimmer of a distant star appearing as a cloud moved slowly away. The cloud surrendered it position as a drifting blockade, allowing him to know that he was still alive. He watched as a new cloud moved into position and once again, he could see no source of light. This cycle repeated four or five times before he remembered why he was peering from his entry way. There was a reason for looking out on such a cold, black night.
By Carl Hartman3 months ago in Earth
