Dear John

August 3, 2016August 6, 2016 ~ Tara R. ~ 1 Comment

Crumpled wads of paper littered the floor around her feet. Head in hand, pen poised over a blank page, Briony bit her lip in consternation, trying to pick the right words. She felt like a fraud. There were no tender phrases that would blunt the rejection made real in her letter. It had to be … Continue reading Dear John

Dear John dinner

December 4, 2012January 6, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 11 Comments

I should’ve ended it months ago. There's no fire with him, no spark. He’s attractive enough, but he’s just too nice. I even pick fights to see if he’ll stand up for himself. Instead, he simply acquiesces. I have no sympathy for him. I need a man who will argue with me. When he brought … Continue reading Dear John dinner

Last flight

August 9, 2012January 6, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 14 Comments

"You may now turn your electronic devices on." The flight attendant's announcement dropped like a lead weight in my stomach. I wanted to leave my phone off, letting calls go straight to voice mail, but then I'd have a record of his message on continuous loop ~ punishing myself, refusing to erase it, keeping it … Continue reading Last flight

Broken

March 29, 2012January 6, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 10 Comments

I just needed some time to think. Time away from you, away from everything. You were my life and that life ended when you walked out. Will you miss me? Will you even notice I'm gone, or even care? I didn't let anyone know where I was going, so there's no telling how long it'll … Continue reading Broken

Just spit me out

October 18, 2011August 9, 2016 ~ Tara R. ~ 10 Comments

After months together, he reluctantly introduced me to his friends, making excuses for what he saw as my shortcomings. Speaking to me as if I was incapable of understanding simple words, making fun of my family, my work, my clothes, the way I spoke. He made it clear to them that he felt I was … Continue reading Just spit me out

Sadness or euphoria

July 18, 2011January 6, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 15 Comments

Her footsteps echoed through the empty sanctuary, the sound making her flinch with each pew she passed. She imagined the entire town could hear the reverberations, knowing where she was and why. Lighting a candle, she chose a bench far from the altar, smokey with burning incense. She knelt briefly to cross herself, a niggling … Continue reading Sadness or euphoria