Book ‘im, Danno

March 22, 2016 ~ Tara R. ~ 3 Comments

Mildred frowned. She would never get back those last four hours. The wasted time was only redeemed by also being spent with her granddaughter, Stella. The same granddaughter who insisted she could teach her grandmother how to use a smartphone. Emojis, texts, apps, camera and voice messaging… it was all so foreign. Whatever happened to … Continue reading Book ‘im, Danno

No man’s land

March 22, 2016May 18, 2016 ~ Tara R. ~ 3 Comments

Goodwood Duxford tales… Pepperidge Township shops shuttered their storefronts. Residents locked their doors and turned out their lights. A self-imposed curfew emptied the town streets, even dogs hid under porches and in barns sensing what ghastly horde was about to descend on their homes and lives. Concealing herself inside her bedroom closet, buried under a … Continue reading No man’s land

Out of her head

March 19, 2016April 30, 2018 ~ Tara R. ~ Leave a comment

She lived inside her head, A snug space, comfortable but lonely. In time her solitude took up too much room. She reconsidered being a hermit, And went outside to change her mind.

Storybook ending

March 18, 2016March 18, 2016 ~ Tara R. ~ 3 Comments

The strap of Jessamine’s bag cut into her shoulder. It was packed with a selection of rare and remarkable books that had taken three years to track down and acquire. She was taking them to market to exchange for an invaluable prize. It would all be worth it when the transaction was complete. Miser Crabbe … Continue reading Storybook ending

Up a tree

March 16, 2016 ~ Tara R. ~ 4 Comments

“Whaddya think?” She stood back, scrutinizing the wall. Freshly painted with crown molding accents, it was the final touch on their new house. There was still something wrong. “You don’t like it?” He sounded defeated, especially after all his hard work. “It’s not that,” she said, tilting her head to study the wall from a … Continue reading Up a tree

Bridge between

March 16, 2016April 30, 2018 ~ Tara R. ~ 2 Comments

Goodwood Duxford tales... A motley crew of the living and dead milled around a stone bench at the center of Gramberly Cemetery. Goodwood Duxford, the leader of the group and caretaker of the graveyard, told the gathering about the mysterious wandering ghost and the forgotten section of Gramberly. “I first encountered the spirit two weeks ago,” … Continue reading Bridge between