End of the line?

August 22, 2012January 6, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 10 Comments

I was so smug. I produced a male heir, a solitary namesake for two families. He was perfect with his golden hazel eyes, corn silk hair, and gossamer skin. Then his body betrayed him. A burn vandalized his angelic face. An angry red scar spread from his sweet strawberry lips to his peach fuzz ear. … Continue reading End of the line?

A relief map

August 21, 2012January 5, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 7 Comments

Her closeness raised goosebumps on his skin, a relief map of emotions to explore with her fingertips. Like love letters in Braille, tactile proof of his feelings for her. His palpable, and insuppressible, response to her had its own effect. Not accustomed to such a visceral reaction from men, she felt her own skin grow … Continue reading A relief map

Fade to black

August 20, 2012January 5, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 17 Comments

I’m told that each day is a gift. That what I do with that gift is up to me. Do I tear into the wrapping, not caring how carefully it’s presented, just to get to what’s inside? Is there shaking, weighing it in my hands, trying to decipher the contents before opening, deciding if I … Continue reading Fade to black

Dead Money: Name dropping

August 20, 2012January 12, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 8 Comments

Kip’s hands shook as he mixed the second vial into Niles’ drink. He had lost sight of Millicent, but tried not to think about her. Setting the gin and tonic on the waitress’ tray, he told the other bartender than he was taking a break, then walked out the service entrance of the casino. Niles … Continue reading Dead Money: Name dropping

My, my, my hikin’ shoes

August 18, 2012January 8, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 26 Comments

Due to a catastrophic computer fail, and my increasing lack of effort and enthusiasm... I've abandoned the attempt to complete my first 365Project. I gave it the ol' college try, but sadly, I just couldn't sustain it. Now, that I've dispense with that bit of distasteful housekeeping, on to my weekly photo hike. I will … Continue reading My, my, my hikin’ shoes

The right tools for a fight

August 16, 2012January 9, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 3 Comments

Occasionally, I go on a tear and feel the need to be productive. Usually my yard is the target of my zeal. Earlier this summer I took it upon myself to rake our backyard. We have two rather large pin oaks that shade most of the yard. They also shed their leaves year 'round. These … Continue reading The right tools for a fight