A day in the life

November 19, 2012January 6, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 7 Comments

My day begins before sunrise, when the others are still asleep. I patrol the perimeter, looking for intruders and making sure everyone is in bed where they belong. Mom is always the first awake, she never seems to sleep. I need to check on her, to make sure she is okay. If I snuggle with … Continue reading A day in the life

Point and shoot

November 16, 2012January 12, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 4 Comments

“You aren’t seriously doing the tacky tourist thing and taking pictures with your smartphone?” Vivian walked up behind Pauley on the street outside of Café Suplicy. “At least use a real point and shoot.” “Your sense of humor is as droll as ever,” Pauley looked at the display on her camera phone. “I’m not taking … Continue reading Point and shoot

Written in pen

November 14, 2012January 5, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 21 Comments

Charts and optimal dates and preferential temperatures. One line or two. As if she could summon whatever it is that makes up the human soul as easily as she could a cab on a busy New York avenue. It was with some irony, that she recalled her years of being ‘good,’ when she naively believed … Continue reading Written in pen

Unchained

November 12, 2012January 6, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 7 Comments

There came a day when she could no longer keep her heart guarded from the hurt and pain, locked way behind the impenetrable walls she built. It was time to unlock the gates and step into the light, freeing her spirit to seek the happiness that was waiting for her.

Brazilian blend

November 9, 2012January 12, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 5 Comments

At Vivian’s cryptic comment about her drink, Pauley licked her lips, remembering the last time she drank some of her “spiced” tea. Returning Vivian’s hug, Pauley countered with her own warning. “And, my people know where to find you if anything happens to me,” Pauley smiled at their homicidal banter. Even she didn’t understand their … Continue reading Brazilian blend

Inked

November 7, 2012January 6, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 7 Comments

After a year of enduring the bite of Kile’s needle, Evie thought she’d be accustomed to the sting by now. With only a few short weeks between sessions, the itch and bruising didn’t have much time to heal before another sitting. The stylized masterpiece covered her back from neck to waist. The red hawk perched … Continue reading Inked