Rick Hartford

Joined February 2021

48 stories

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Writer, photo journalist, former photo editor at The Courant Connecticut's largest daily newspaper, multi media artist, rides a Harley, sails a Chesapeake 32 vintage sailboat.

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Toad Stew
By Rick Hartford “Wand of the sky, wand of the earth, wand of the mysteries to which you give birth. A shake of the wand, a fervent prayer, bring back the souls forever more fair.
By Rick Hartford2 years ago in Humor
The Grateful Dead
By Rick Hartford The smell of clay and of rotting leaves and a grave digger’s cigarette hung in the dank air in the cemetery on a cold November afternoon.
By Rick Hartford2 years ago in Humor
Keeping a secret
By Rick Hartford “Please don’t leave,” she said. He looked at her, his eyes sparkling. “Eve, darling. Just wait in our suite in the railroad car,” he said. "I will return just before the train leaves the station.
By Rick Hartford3 years ago in Criminal
It's only funny
By Rick Hartford Trippy the Clown lay stretched out on the bank floor, looking like he died doing jumping jacks. He had a wide wild red smile and bulging eyes, a bullet hole neatly placed in the middle of his forehead.
By Rick Hartford3 years ago in Fiction
See You Later Alligator
By Rick Hartford Benji and I entered the water on the far side of the pond, knives between our teeth. Screaming Meemies crossed the sky.
By Rick Hartford3 years ago in Fiction
Moon Walk
By Rick Hartford Maxine sat at the kitchen table smoking a cigarette. She slowly took the Marlboro out of her mouth after a long leisurely drag and watched the long white ash drop down into an ashtray while the smoke went up to the circular fan.
By Rick Hartford3 years ago in Earth
Birds of a Feather
By Rick Hartford The flame from Bingo’s Zippo lit up Lola’s face as she leaned in with her cigarette, smoke curling around her lips as she inhaled.
By Rick Hartford3 years ago in Criminal
Through a Glass, Darkly
By Rick Hartford The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. I was in the bathroom, preparing for bed, and was about to turn the light off and return to my room, when I saw her motioning to me.
By Rick Hartford3 years ago in Horror
Judgment day
By Rick Hartford The priest sits in the confessional, his head down, waiting for me to speak. I can see his shrouded face through the dark mesh that separates us.
By Rick Hartford3 years ago in Criminal
Searching for Truffles
By Rick Hartford Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Romantic. Erotic. Liberating.
By Rick Hartford3 years ago in Blush
The Milk Run
By Rick Hartford “How long have you been doing this?” The man in the charcoal suit sat ramrod straight in his chair, the lamp on his desk casting him in half shadow.
By Rick Hartford3 years ago in Confessions
The Executioner's Wall
By Rick Hartford If Walls Could Talk. Would you listen? Then know this. I am standing in the middle of a village square right down the street from the courthouse in central Mexico.
By Rick Hartford3 years ago in Confessions

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Toad Stew

The Grateful Dead

Keeping a secret

It's only funny

See You Later Alligator

Moon Walk

Birds of a Feather

Through a Glass, Darkly

Judgment day

Searching for Truffles

The Milk Run

The Executioner's Wall

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