Family feud

January 25, 2013January 12, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 5 Comments

Stan asked their limo driver to raise the partition so they could speak in private. Once isolated, Stan moved to sit across from Pauley, and just stared at her. The case carrying her new sniper rifle on the seat beside him. He watched her, a feline smile teasing at the corners of her mouth. She … Continue reading Family feud

Proof

January 23, 2013January 5, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 10 Comments

Dried leaves, filtering through the collapsing roof, crunched under her feet. Walking from room to room, flashbacks from her childhood twisted through her memory. The door long gone, she stepped over the threshold of the closet where she slept. A metal chest sat forlorn in the corner. Inside, she was shocked to find the remains … Continue reading Proof

Mother monologue

January 21, 2013January 6, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 28 Comments

The job is a bitch. More and more tasks get added to an already insane schedule. Things you never signed up for, things you know beyond a doubt you’re not qualified to perform. This is not ‘on-the-job’ training. It’s just throw her to the lions, then make her clean up the carnage. When I made … Continue reading Mother monologue

Roller coaster of love

January 18, 2013January 12, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 8 Comments

For Stan, the whine of jet engines engaging was always a thrill. Leaning back in his seat, he smiled like a little kid as the plane taxied down the runway at full speed. As he felt the wheels lift off the tarmac, he closed his eyes, picturing the woman he was flying to see. At … Continue reading Roller coaster of love

Five

January 16, 2013January 6, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 20 Comments

Looking around the room, she saw many familiar faces and knew all their stories. Every few weeks a new person showed up, but understandably their stories were all the same, only the names changed to protect the innocent. She was one of the old-timers. The group offered more than a place to unload her burden, … Continue reading Five

Sweet tea and cookies

January 15, 2013January 6, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 25 Comments

My grandmother called him a "tall glass of water.” She seemed to think that towering height corresponded to suitability. She paid no heed to his idle nature, how he preferred to spend his days lazing on her wrap-around porch drinking sweet tea and eating snickerdoodles by the dozen. I don’t think he kept any job … Continue reading Sweet tea and cookies