Tasseomancy

February 19, 2014 ~ Tara R. ~ 7 Comments

The bitter grit was hard to swallow. I'm used to those little sachets of chamomile or oolong, not dregs thick enough to coat my tongue. I should've taken tasseomancy more seriously. "The first thing you see?" She pointed to the cup. "Teardrops." "Sadness. Here on the rim?" "Something like an octopus." "A warning!" Her thick … Continue reading Tasseomancy

Valentine’s Day

February 12, 2014January 5, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 6 Comments

I saw her standing in front of the greeting cards. She was far enough away that she couldn't leaf through the selection of valentines, but close enough to read the sappy sentiments. With a melancholy look on her face, an occasional smile would threaten, only to be subdued by her sad eyes. She held her … Continue reading Valentine’s Day

Lonesome whistle

February 6, 2014January 5, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 5 Comments

I felt the locomotive before I heard it. Leaning against the greasy pylons, I was awash in the rumbling as it rode along the steel rails, and cascaded down over the wooden scaffold. It was a rhythmic thundering that resonated deep in my bones. This was the timbre of my childhood. Escaping along the trestle … Continue reading Lonesome whistle

Escape route

January 30, 2014January 6, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 4 Comments

White-knuckled where she gripped the steering wheel, Shelby hadn't slowed down since leaving the mountain cabin. Afraid to check her rearview mirror, she imagined the wraiths' icy fingers reaching for her. The hairs on the back of her neck bristling with dread that they were hunting her. The further from the foggy summit she drove, … Continue reading Escape route

Take a bow

January 17, 2014January 6, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 4 Comments

I am an uncredited understudy struggling to find out who I am, and what I want to be. Never the star. Always living in the shadows, hidden away from the adoration of those who I long to charm. I can never be wise enough, talented enough, pretty enough for the limelight to shine on me. … Continue reading Take a bow

Seasons

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

On a bright spring morning, we stand on a hill holding hands, and watch the sunrise. you put your arm around my shoulder, adding your warmth to mine. It's summer and we sleep under a full moon, counting blinking fireflies. We tell each other fairytales and make wishes on falling stars. In the autumn we … Continue reading Seasons