It’s all a blur

clear pool of rainwater in upturned leaf

April 4, 2015April 4, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 6 Comments

My days seem so out of focus As I stumble along, lost and confused Landmarks and mile markers Point in the wrong direction Fog rolls in, blurring my vision Pitfalls and hidden obstacles Make my path treacherous Then I see it… A point of light A single spot of clear focus A moment of clarity. Enough … Continue reading It’s all a blur

First date

April 3, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 4 Comments

The story so far... Old Wives' Tale Scully’s had been a local hang-out since my parents were dating. Still family owned, it was wasn’t a teenage favorite any longer, but the Gen-X and Baby Boomer crowds remained loyal. Furnished in rustic barn decor, it looked the same as the last time I was there, nearly … Continue reading First date

Checks and balances

April 3, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 2 Comments

Oliver’s account ledger lay on his shop counter, held closed by his Robveral balance hex trade weights. Every customer has a private account number, known only to him. He keeps meticulous records in fine-lined script penned by hand with an heirloom quill. The same pen his father used, and his father’s father, reaching back untold generations. … Continue reading Checks and balances

Furniture refurbishing

April 1, 2015April 1, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 2 Comments

Back in the day… before the daily six-pack of Barq’s, before the double-bacon cheeseburger with a side of super fries, if a morsel escaped my hungry lips, it had a soft, safe place to settle. Upon my food shelf, these tasty orts found a haven, a second chance to be savored. Now, after seemingly endless … Continue reading Furniture refurbishing

Damage control

March 31, 2015March 31, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 3 Comments

The story so far... Old Wives' Tale The little girls, now awake and mewing, tried to lift their heads to search for their mother. She was softly singing a lullaby her mother sang to her. The way the babies were joined, just below their fifth rib, they always held each other in a close embrace. Now, awake and … Continue reading Damage control

Family portrait

March 30, 2015April 3, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 7 Comments

The story so far... Old Wives' Tale Casper stayed outside with me while Marshall and Doc Simon inspected the abandoned bones. "Thank you, Casper,” I said. “Neither of us would have ever said anything without your interference. “You two belong together, and it’s been too long,” Casper punched me lightly on the arm. “Don’t screw … Continue reading Family portrait