Damage control

March 31, 2015March 31, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 3 Comments

The story so far... Old Wives' Tale The little girls, now awake and mewing, tried to lift their heads to search for their mother. She was softly singing a lullaby her mother sang to her. The way the babies were joined, just below their fifth rib, they always held each other in a close embrace. Now, awake and … Continue reading Damage control

A mother’s sorrow

March 25, 2015March 25, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 2 Comments

The story so far... Old Wives' Tale She sat by the coal stove, trying to warm her hands. In her lap was a skein of wool yarn, worked from sheep her Mister sheared while they were moving through Tejano, Texas. The clicking of her needles was unrelenting, a rhythm matching the beat of her heart, … Continue reading A mother’s sorrow

Spring breeze

March 20, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 5 Comments

Spring was in the air. A gentle breeze had set the tender green buds to trembling. A shudder of delight rippled across my skin and ruffled my hair. I breathed in the sweet perfume of newly opened flowers, an intoxicating scent that left me giddy with anticipation. Shimmering hummingbirds buzzed past my head, intent on feasting … Continue reading Spring breeze

WordSmith

March 10, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 9 Comments

“Welcome to the Ivory Quill, let me know if there is anything I can help you find.” With that greeting, Seshat, the store owner, left me to browse her antique letter shop. I'm in the word business, and I needed a new supply of serifs, calligraphs, blocks and gothics. There aren't many of us WordSmiths … Continue reading WordSmith

A job well-done

February 24, 2015February 24, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 8 Comments

“A very dramatic rescue this morning, Bercu.” Minkin Bercu, a Level 5 Guardian Angel, licked creamy icing off his fingers as he popped the final bite of a grande Cinnabon roll into his mouth. He nodded at his co-workers, smiling around the gooey brioche. “Too bad you couldn’t save everyone.” A group of lower angels … Continue reading A job well-done

Uppity women

February 19, 2015May 4, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 8 Comments

A possible sequel to this story... “Ooo… you’re the beneficiary of a vast fortune.” Colin held up a letter, waving it with a grand flourish. “Nigerian?” Gatta kept filling in the Saturday crossword in the Times. “No, Hurin,” he said, folding the paper and making as if to tear it in half. “What?” She tossed … Continue reading Uppity women