The house was quiet as Tara padded into the kitchen for breakfast. Arms stinging less than the night before, she poured a bowl of cereal and sunk into a seat at the counter. She still didn’t know what to say to Quinn, about yesterday. Sorry? Or here, help Nick control his powers, and then maybeContinue reading “Tara’s Story: Stabbing for Fruity O’s”
They found Nick in the backyard, curled under a blanket behind the tree. Tara pressed next to her sister in the window, looking where she pointed. The reedy tree trunk wasn’t even wide enough to conceal him. “Did either of you hear him? When he snuck away?” Quinn asked, pressed against Tamy’s other side. TaraContinue reading “Tara’s Story: clipped voice in the dark void”
Tara eased on the brakes, slowing to a halt at the sidewalk to the elementary school. Tamy stopped just ahead, shoes skidding. “There goes that idea,” Tara complained, backing her bike into the road. “Not necessarily,” Tamy answered, squinting at the army of teenagers swarming the playground. “We could totally take them in a fight.”Continue reading “Tara’s Story: Playground Fights, Bicycles, Cars”
Tara briefly explained to Tamy what their mother said about Alex’s money disappearing as the two of them sat at the counter, pouring bowls of Fruity O’s into blue-green milk.
“Yeah, that is a problem,” Tamy sighed.
“What do we do?” Tara asked, shoveling Fruity O’s into her mouth.
Tara crept downstairs, straining to make out hushed voices. Unfortunately, the stairs creaked under her weight and their mother and Quinn fell silent. She sighed, marching loudly the rest of the way while rubbing her eyes. She froze at the bottom of the stairs, as if she’d just noticed the two of them sitting atContinue reading “Tara’s Story: old enough to work, young enough to dream”
“Hello? Who’s this?” Tara said slowly. “It’s Tamy. Obviously.” her sister’s voice crackled through the walkie-talkie. Tara grinned, peering over the edge of the counter. She lifted the walkie-talkie to her mouth. “I can’t believe these actually work.” “Neither can I,” Tamy crackled. Tara sat on the icy tile, grinning like a maniac. “Do youContinue reading “Tara’s Story Part 1”
“My head hurts,” Tara muttered, burying her face in her knees. Tamy leaned against the desk, shutting her eyes. “Mine does too.” The house creaked; probably Quinn creeping down the stairs to get breakfast. “This whole time Nick was just pretending to spy on himself with powers the spy was trying to discover?” Tamy triedContinue reading “Family Ties: interlude”
“You have fun with that,” Tamy called. Quinn didn’t appear to hear her. Tamy could have blamed it on the packed walkways of the park, the roaring of a red roller coaster car over their heads, but she didn’t. She sighed as Quinn disappeared into the buzzing crowd. “I’m sure he’ll have fun standing inContinue reading “Family Ties: Carnival Stand Scams”
They took the bikes, because they wanted to look normal. They left the unspoken question of what normal meant anymore hanging in the front yard, waiting for them to return like some sort of hungry ghost.
“You have money?” Tamy asked.
“Of course. I found it in Alex’s desk.”
Tamy’s feet stopped pedaling. “You stole it from Alex?”
Tamy plastered a smile over her grinding teeth, bell peppers and pork sticking from her lips. She swallowed forcefully. “Can I have the water please?” she asked their mother.
Their mother blinked, gaze focusing. “What was that, Tamy?”
“I asked for the water,” she repeated.