Calling it a day

October 29, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 2 Comments

The room was dark, the blinds drawn against the dawning light. Trying to move, Pauley’s arms and legs were lead. In her dream, her screams were shrill, terrified. Her husband snored softly beside her, oblivious to her cries for help. Trying once more to cry out, she struggled against her immobilization. Her dog, reacting to … Continue reading Calling it a day

Wake up call

March 25, 2014January 6, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 5 Comments

The ringing woke her from a deep sleep, but Millicent didn't mind. "Tell me everything!" The caller, near panic, was hyperventilating. "I had to get out of there, I couldn't breathe." Millicent's smile quickly turned to a scowl. "Man up, you big baby!" She yelled into her phone. "If you mess this up, I'll shoot … Continue reading Wake up call

Gin joints

May 3, 2013January 12, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 2 Comments

Stan felt a of rush of déjà vu standing on the tarmac with Pauley, only this time he was holding her hand, not carrying her, drugged and unconscious, onto a plane. “A lot different from the last time, huh?” Pauley liked to tease Stan about his part in her involuntary exile with her mother and … Continue reading Gin joints

A game we play

April 27, 2013January 12, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 3 Comments

*Catch up with the adventures of Pauley and Millicent, beginning with “Dead Money.” This week, read Lance's chapter first, “Shake it Out," then come back here for the second installment. Stan and Lenore watched as Pauley and Millicent walked out to the porch. Millicent’s arm protectively hooked around her friend’s elbow. Pauley was laughing. “You … Continue reading A game we play

Resume normal

April 20, 2013January 12, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 2 Comments

The scene below unfurled in slow motion. Pauley felt like she was running through quicksand, unable to get down the stairs fast enough. Tomas’ gun aimed at Stan’s head, his finger on the trigger, and she knew she was useless to help. She cried out, but Tomas never flinched. That was until Vivian came out … Continue reading Resume normal

With a little help from my friends

April 13, 2013January 12, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 3 Comments

Lenore squealed the tires of her sedan taking a sharp curve. Accelerating through the apex she drove straight for the Angels Trumpet covered wall surrounding Vivian’s complex. In the front seat, Pauley braced for impact, doing her best to brake from the passenger’s side. Stan, pressed back into his seat, covered his face with both … Continue reading With a little help from my friends