So… Earlier this week, two days before my birthday, I find out that instead of the MRI I thought my orthopedist would order for my wonky knee, I’m actually now waiting for a scheduling nurse to call to set up full knee-replacement surgery sometime in the next few weeks. I get a brand new knee … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Tall tale
Author: Tara R.
Feast Day
The dowager queen was feeling her age. The colder nights settled as a weary ache in her old bones. With every step, a shiver of pain wracked her body. Though she vehemently protested her chamberlain’s insistence a litter carry her through town, the queen secretly reveled in the opulence of the handcrafted leather conveyance and … Continue reading Feast Day
100 Word Challenge: Age is only a concept
Next week is my birthday… in celebration of that, this week’s prompt is a little different. I’m turning 56. This past year I have been taking full advantage of any and all Senior Discounts available for 55+ persons. There are several, it’s worth a google to check them out. With age comes some perks, and … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Age is only a concept
At the water’s edge
I kept going to the river to pray. I’d kneel at the water’s edge to wash my hands, or I’d wade knee-deep into the cold, rushing current until it would eddy around my legs. It was never enough to clean away my guilt and shame. Like my southern Baptist gramma used to say, “a little … Continue reading At the water’s edge
100 Word Challenge: Wash
It’s laundry day at the House of Roberts and on rare occasions that can mean, “payday.” The menfolk, for whom I will still wash dirty clothes, are negligent in turning tees right-side out, unbuttoning shirts, and emptying pants pockets. In the past I would mention these niceties but it's never made a difference. So… if … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Wash
To fight another day
What has come before... A bead of blood sat precariously on the corner of her mouth. With a slow, deliberate motion Josiephine licked the drop off with the merest tip of her tongue then dabbed at her lip with a callused thumb to make sure she got the last of it. The gathered tormentors dropped … Continue reading To fight another day




