Stone cold killer

June 10, 2017June 17, 2017 ~ Tara R. ~ 4 Comments

Previously: "Paisley, rosemary, and time." Homicide Det. Sean Webster and June Chapel, social worker and advocate for Paisley Fleming, sat in a police interview room comparing notes in the investigation into the murder of Selene and Todd, Paisley’s parents. The couple, found dead in their hotel room, had been poisoned. Their daughter was a material … Continue reading Stone cold killer

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

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

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

They are my monkeys

May 11, 2017May 11, 2017 ~ Tara R. ~ 6 Comments

The boys were a grappling tangle of spindly arms and legs. Fingers snatched handfuls of hair and teeth gnashed down on tender skin. When a coffee table got kicked over, the crash of glass and wood brought down the wrath of the Grand Dam. “What’s this kerfuffle?” Grandma O’Reilly stomped into the room, pulling the wrestling … Continue reading They are my monkeys

Wish stick therapy

May 3, 2017 ~ Tara R. ~ 8 Comments

Marriage counseling was not going well. Terrance and Leslie O’Shay, newlyweds of only four weeks, were headed for a breakup, but now, they were at an impasse. Leslie had stopped talking. Every question from their therapist, Becca Dawson, LMFT, was met with Leslie furiously shaking her head. “Why don’t we stop here for today,” Becca said. … Continue reading Wish stick therapy