Waiting in the sun

July 3, 2014January 5, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 5 Comments

We camped out all day in the resort beach chairs. Commandeering the cabana boy first thing in the morning, just as he was hauling the canvas chaises longues out of the storage hutch, we had our pick of spots on the sugar-fine sand. Hidden beneath our spacious umbrellas, shielded from the blistering sun, we watched sunburnt tourists … Continue reading Waiting in the sun

Moth to the flame

June 18, 2014January 6, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 7 Comments

Grey clouds take over the sun, plunging the city into a premature night. Streetlights flutter on, like reluctant children being rudely awaken. Hunched on a park bench, I watch moths surrendering to the flames, and flinch with each crackle and sizzle. If I stand on tip-toe, balancing on the back of the seat, I can … Continue reading Moth to the flame

Hold your peace

June 11, 2014January 6, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 4 Comments

Chairs were stacked haphazardly on the pavilion deck instead of being lined up in measured rows on a rose petal strewn patch of beach at the foot of the boardwalk. A morning rain was his excuse for the delay, when in truth there was no bride. His flung his tuxedo jacket over the legs of … Continue reading Hold your peace

Room to spare

June 6, 2014January 6, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 8 Comments

I can’t breathe. This room is closing in on me and claustrophobia keeps jabbing me with sharp sticks. I can’t fight back in this suffocating space. The promise of the wind in my hair, the sun on my skin, the warm earth beneath my feet, keeps me yearning for freedom. I long for wide open … Continue reading Room to spare

Rolling in clover

May 27, 2014January 5, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 9 Comments

I couldn’t stop laughing. Rolling down the slope, arms over my head, legs straight, and all I could think of was that nursery rhyme. At the bottom, we laid in the cool clover giggling like a couple of idiots. I had grass in my hair and green stains on my shoulder, but I didn’t care. … Continue reading Rolling in clover