Dead Money: plane geometry

September 23, 2012January 12, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 9 Comments

Once the seat belt lights went off, Butch called the flight attendant, asking for a bourbon on the rocks. He leaned his seat back, and finally took a deep breath. It was easier than he expected. The reunion between Pauley and Gail was awkward at first, but they slowly warmed to each other. Perhaps since … Continue reading Dead Money: plane geometry

Lunch is served

September 18, 2012January 5, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 33 Comments

No need for proper plates and cutlery as she shovels handfuls of food into her cavernous mouth. Stray bits of corn chips, salsa, and shreds of cheese, leave a trail of crumbs from table to chair. Tiny orts are scattered across an ample chest, forming tottering pyramids on her lunch shelf. A rumbling belch creates … Continue reading Lunch is served

Dead Money: Flight plan

September 17, 2012January 12, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 6 Comments

Butch sat behind his massive mahogany desk, his Corona finally lit and smoldering in a nearby ashtray, a tumbler of bourbon in his hand. Eyes closed, he fought the overwhelming feelings of anger and fear. A combination that was giving him a mighty headache. Stanley, his bodyguard, sergeant, his heir-apparent, was standing well away from … Continue reading Dead Money: Flight plan

Daughter earth

September 10, 2012January 6, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 13 Comments

Carol laid out the dress on her daughter’s bed. A creamy, white satin monstrosity with a crinoline petticoat and delicate, pink smocking on the bodice. More appropriate for a toddler, and not a 9-year-old, she knew Cami, her whirlwind of a tomboy, would balk merely at the words, “petticoat,” and “crinoline.” Since Cami had showered … Continue reading Daughter earth

Dead Money: When it hits the fan

September 10, 2012January 12, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 5 Comments

Butch hung up his cell phone, and began to pace around his office. He had never heard Pauley so distracted. She wouldn’t tell him much more than the hit was done, but there was a serious breach in their cover. A Cuban cigar hanging unlit between his teeth, Butch nearly chewed through the Corona. His … Continue reading Dead Money: When it hits the fan

Always a bridesmaid

September 6, 2012January 5, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 18 Comments

What were you thinking? Were you even thinking? I don’t know. I guess I thought that if I treated him like he treated me, he’d see. If I blew off dates, or didn’t call him back, he’d miss me, realize he wanted to be with me. That if I talked down to him in front … Continue reading Always a bridesmaid