Forecast calls for storms

May 31, 2017May 31, 2017 ~ Tara R. ~ 1 Comment

There’s a storm brewing inside him. I can’t talk to him when he’s like this. He is so far out of the realm of reason and rationality, he’s jabbering foreign words, and there’s no interpreter to translate it. Maybe I should just get down there with him, throw a few back until I’m speaking in … Continue reading Forecast calls for storms

You don’t know, what you don’t know

May 30, 2017June 9, 2017 ~ Tara R. ~ 2 Comments

Previously: Paisley, rosemary, and time Alone in a gloomy room, furnished with a graffiti-etched table and four stained office chairs, Paisley sat the table with a can of flat soda and a bag of stale potato chips. Across the room from her was a large one-way mirror. Watching the girl was a homicide detective and … Continue reading You don’t know, what you don’t know

Sea breeze wishes

May 29, 2017April 30, 2018 ~ Tara R. ~ 2 Comments

Up before her parents were out of bed, Paisley sat in a white plastic chair on the patio outside their hotel bedroom. She tried to be very quiet opening the sliding glass door, but it screeled when its rollers skidded across the accumulation of grit in the tracks. Paisley, not big enough to pick up … Continue reading Sea breeze wishes

Friendship tour

May 26, 2017 ~ Tara R. ~ 5 Comments

“I don’t want to keep fighting you.” “That’s hard to believe after that conniption you just had.” “You don’t even know these people.” “I’ve known some of them for 10 years. I’ve seen them get married, have kids, have grandkids. Don’t tell me I don’t know them.” “You’ve never actually met them in person.” “I … Continue reading Friendship tour

Electrified

May 23, 2017 ~ Tara R. ~ 6 Comments

“I dare you to touch it.” A wad of teens stood at the edge of the sunken field, several larger boys nudging and taunting a smaller one. Two cypress trees stood in the center of the Graco Factory drainage basin. Wrapped around their trucks about four feet from the ground was a metal band. Protruding from the … Continue reading Electrified

Old lions

May 19, 2017April 30, 2018 ~ Tara R. ~ 3 Comments

A trio of old, hoary campaigners sat in overstuffed, leather chairs positioned in a loose semi-circle in front of a roaring fire. Waiters in white coats silently served them Baron Otard cognac from the club’s prestigious wine and spirits cellar. They sipped the amber digestifs from vintage tulip glasses while musing over their past exploits, the … Continue reading Old lions