What the water gave me

March 25, 2016 ~ Tara R. ~ 1 Comment

So, lay me down Let the only sound Be the over flow Pockets full of stones ~ Florence Welch, Florence and the Machine, "What the Water Gave Me" This scene and the song lyrics seemed very appropriate to me for this time of year. I live in a tourist area along the Gulf of Mexico. For … Continue reading What the water gave me

The river runs red

June 24, 2013January 6, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 27 Comments

The rusty water ran swift and cold. As red as rooibos, the creek reminded her of the bloody rinse that flowed from her washtub after she scrubbed Hector’s work clothes clean. After the first, long-ago night that he came home covered in violence, his expression was enough to forbid any questions. Since then she went … Continue reading The river runs red