It’s been one of those mind-numbingly boring weekends. Rain - and not just a miserable winter drizzle, but a torrential, thunder-n-lightning tempest - has kept me inside, and I need to go shopping for Thanksgiving dinner fixin’s. I have one lonely can of French-cut green beans, and not much else. No turkey or ham thawing in … Continue reading Takeout for Thanksgiving
Author: Tara R.
What’s his angle
He is an angular man, obtuse with a straight-edged mentality. Two-dimensional in his scope, wavering neither up nor down. Square-jawed masculinity shades his inner disarray. His flippant tongue has gotten him in trouble more than once. Cutting remarks cannot be dulled by a sharp wit, they still wound. Those piercing eyes follow you everywhere, seeing … Continue reading What’s his angle
Holiday shopping season
It’s less than a week from Thanksgiving, Christmas decorations and artificial trees have been on display since before Halloween, and the righteous indignation surrounding Black Friday shopping has reached a fevered pitch. Most of my holiday shopping is now done online. I don’t do malls and Big Box stores. Crowds make me stabby. If, for … Continue reading Holiday shopping season
Guardian at the gate
Stoic and stalwart War tested, ever watchful Travelers’ guardian There is a regional airport about 10 miles from where I live. It's attached to Eglin Air Force Base near Fort Walton Beach, FL. Eglin AFB is one of the largest military installations in the U.S., covering 724 square miles of land ranges, and extending out … Continue reading Guardian at the gate
Whispered wishes
Summer fields, verdant with sunshine and warm rain, burst open with dollops of yellow radiance. Promises of long, leisurely days, and sweet, gentle nights sway in the breeze, wafting honey perfume. Dogs days, sultry and ardent, yearn for one last moment of estival intimacy, drunk on dandelion wine and kisses. Gone are the sparks of … Continue reading Whispered wishes
Proceed with caution
Quentin pounded the steering wheel, rocking his car with the intensity of his anger. Abigail was gone, and he needed to find out what happened to her. His phone chirped, notifying him of an incoming text from Kathy. “Cop n ur office. Stall? Ditch?” He didn’t want to talk to the police, but knew if … Continue reading Proceed with caution





