Category Archives: friday fictioneers

if only we had listened

Posted on August 10, 2012 by Tara Jo

We tried to listen, but the excitement was just too much, we grabbed our towels and ran.  We loved those unpredictable waves, telling each other , “go farther”  to see who would be knocked down first. We love the water, … Continue reading →

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It seemed like a good idea at the time…

Posted on July 27, 2012 by Tara Jo

Mom and Granny were busy with something and it was HOT outside. There was no pool to play in, the slip and slide had offered it last slide ages ago, and we just wanted to cool off a little. We … Continue reading →

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The outline of a memory

Posted on July 19, 2012 by Tara Jo

It had to be nearby; she remembered walking this path to picnic in the shade with her grandparents. Now the area seemed so different yet so much the same it was hard to remember, should she have turned into the … Continue reading →

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The Hunt

Posted on June 14, 2012 by Tara Jo

As they speak in hushed voices, the telltale sound of the dogs gets louder. She shares her thoughts, he listens and replies. They can tell by the sounds of the baying that the dogs are closing in on their prey. … Continue reading →

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hope

Posted on May 24, 2012 by Tara Jo

Friday Fictioneer She saw the sign and decided to apply.  Thinking as she filled in the blanks… no experience, no references, no chance. She waited for the call knowing what the answer would be but tried to keep her spirits … Continue reading →

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a memory of a fence, post

Posted on April 27, 2012 by Tara Jo

I remember this as a gate to be opened and closed if you wanted to go past our barn.  More often than not it was just climbed over, unless we were hauling trash to the dump.  Funny now that taking … Continue reading →

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