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, at home the fast rushing river or creek, or the calm smooth lake, tasting nice…
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It seemed like a good idea at the time…
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 found something that our young brains thought would work just fine. Put it on a…
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The outline of a memory
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 woods sooner, she remembered there was a tiny arbor at the end. Suddenly, she felt…
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The Hunt
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. Howling voices getting louder, shoulders tense, eyes begin to dart to the side of the…
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thank goodness for moonlight
by Tara Jo •
Friday Fictioneer Wrapped like a mummy, nothing visible but a nose. Rustling sounds outside keep us awake. We know it is nothing dangerous, a chipmunk or squirrel, but the sounds are foreign, just enough to keep us alert. Time passes, a few whispers, a few giggles, a shush from the next tent over. The cold…