Summerland

January 1, 2015January 1, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 5 Comments

The morning sun was peeking over the foothills, a comforting warmth that peeled back a light blanket of fog. As the light diffused slowly across the valley, the animals awoke. Birds called out greetings, as lumbering cows made their way to breakfast on loose bales of sweet hay. She appeared suddenly on the dewy grass. … Continue reading Summerland

Cage fighter

December 24, 2014 ~ Tara R. ~ 4 Comments

The story so far... Two long scars ran vertically in the shape of a V down her back, starting between her shoulder blades, and coming to a near point at her waist. Moved by her injury, Barlowe tenderly traced the shimmering pink lines with his fingertips. Her skin trembled under his touch, and she began a slow shift … Continue reading Cage fighter

Storm’s a’comin’

December 17, 2014December 18, 2014 ~ Tara R. ~ 4 Comments

The shrieking grew shriller as the volume went higher. Coffee mugs rattled on tables, utensils skipped across plate rim, and nerves frayed along tired edges. A blur of pink blew past me, a little sticky hand sweeping my napkin onto the floor. Looking up from my laptop screen, I watched a small whirlwind wreaking havoc … Continue reading Storm’s a’comin’

Moving on up

December 9, 2014July 19, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 13 Comments

“He (Jacob) had a dream in which he saw a stairway resting on the earth, with its top reaching to heaven, and the angels of God were ascending and descending on it.” ~ Genesis 28:12 NIV She stood at the bottom of the people mover looking up at the lights. Her guide fidgeted beside her, … Continue reading Moving on up

False start

December 7, 2014 ~ Tara R. ~ 4 Comments

He was shouting at every one, “that’s false, false! Start something, I dare you.” No one knew what the trouble was, or who he was for that matter. We were sitting at a small, high-top near the bar, but out traffic so we could talk and not have to yell at each other. Running up … Continue reading False start

A storm’s brewin’

November 26, 2014 ~ Tara R. ~ 2 Comments

The story so far... Their corner booth was in the back of the restaurant. Barlowe knew the maître d’ and asked for his regular, secluded table. He needed to talk with Abigail without being overheard. There were still so many questions unanswered. The basics were fantastical enough, but he was expected to suspend all reason … Continue reading A storm’s brewin’