TatianaMik's Stories

Time to update the old resume

2008-08-18T03:58:09Z

PJ just sat there staring at the stick. Luckily she had her husband’s powerful arms wrapped around her lending her support. She had never been more terrified in her life. Her future could change in the next minute. Granted Daryl would be right beside her through it all. She would just be adding something new to her resume.

PJ Becker, Federal Agent

PJ Becker, Daryl’s Wife

The timer dinged. She looked at the window on the plastic stick. Time to update the resume.

PJ Becker…Mother.

Carminic acid

2008-05-11T18:32:45Z

“Hi, I’m Carmine.” He flashed a grin at the woman before him.

She smiled back. “Carmine. Made from Carminic acid. It’s used as a red food dye. A good number of people are allergic to it.”

He just blinked. Whatever segue to a conversation he had been expecting. That hadn’t been one.

Grandma's prediction

2008-05-11T18:30:54Z

His grandmother had predicted every grandchild’s meeting of their true love. His cousin Larry had met his wife in college just as grandma had said. His sister Alice had met her husband over a car wreck, just as grandma had predicted. For the longest time she would not tell him when he would meet his true love. Finally one Mother’s Day she relented.

“Son,” she sighed. “You’ll meet her when I die.”

“What do you mean grandma you’re in perfect health?”

“And I’ll be healthy for several more years,” she grinned. “Have fun. See the world. You will be older before you are ready to meet her. She’ll be my nurse when I die.”

“Grandma…” That was all he could say with a tear in his eye.

Italian grandmothers

2008-05-11T18:28:53Z

Very few things scared her. As a critical care nurse she dealt with life and death everyday. But a 5 foot nothing little old Italian grandmother could. Especially when she took a liking to you and asked if you were married as the very first question. And then tried to expound upon the virtues of her eligible grandson. He was in the movies and on TV or so she said. Tanya tried to get out of there when talk turned to the grandson. She’d met is seemed like most of the family. Dom was one of the sons. Larry, Ray, Gina, and more she only recognized by faces. They were there every day. The clan was gathering. Because grandma was dying. She had fought and fought the cancer. It was going to win.

Going gentle into that goodnight

2008-05-11T15:50:26Z

It was hard watching someone you love’s family die. She accepted the death that was coming. Her husband’s grandmother. The fight against the cancer. The hope. The denial. The bargaining. The defeat. The acceptance. She watched as every member of his family went through the stages of grief in their own way. She would hold in front of the family. While he openly wept she would stand stoically by his side, a comforting arm around him. She was the professional. She would stay during the hospice time and change the bed. He had pulled her aside and asked her point blank if the breathing pattern his grandmother had was known as a death rattle. She had admitted it was. But it wasn’t until the middle of the night that she would turn to him crying.

Opposites

2008-05-11T05:31:55Z

She facinated him.

Sweet one second, full of sass another.

She could stand up.

She could melt down.

Someone could be dying in front of her. She would never flinch.

Her own emotions scared her.

She hated shoes. She wanted to have a barefoot wedding. He was going to let her.

Skinny Dipping

2008-05-01T10:27:23Z

He followed her deeper in the woods. Another tree branch slapped at him. Ahead he noticed her picking a thorn out of her knuckles while she still walked. He shook his head. She got him out here by referring to him as a “city boy.”

Which he was. Born and raised in a borough of New York City, but when she wanted to hike out in the mountains he balked.

She teased.

He caved.

They finished their downhill climb and found a beautiful secluded alcove with a small waterfall flowing into a little pool. She turned to look back at him and grinned.

“Wasn’t this worth the hike?” She turned and started removing her clothing.

He smiled slightly at his wife. That was what he came here for.

Thoughts while waiting

2008-04-28T21:31:25Z

He stood waiting for her to deplane. He didn’t think he was this nervous her first trip to his place, but then again he hadn’t picked her up. He’d been stuck at work and begged a friend to pick her up at the airport. He’d never done a long distance relationship before. Usually things broke up at that point for lack of effort. His focus on his career usually had something to do with it as well.

She was focused on her career as well, but hers she could walk away from after a 12 hour shift and leave it all behind. She was a travel nurse. She worked at various hospitals for an agency.

Probably what had him more nervous is when he was on the phone last week with her one of her recruiters called. Apparently it was getting close to time to renegotiate her contract. And he was really hoping to talk her into finding a location near him for the next contract.

Magic

2008-04-26T05:33:06Z

It was like watching Sesame Street again. He missed those simple times when Big Bird was real and everyone thought Mr. Snufflupagus was a figment of the large yellow bird’s imagination. He just sighed and closed photoshop.

Air

2008-04-26T04:41:10Z

She always wanted to write It was a dark and stormy night. But this was not what she had planned. She had a nice thunderstorm brewing, but her muse had abandoned her before she could write the first line.

The air pressed in around her. It wasn’t raining yet. It would be just a few minutes, but it wasn’t there just yet. Just the thick heavy air smothering her muse.

Spire

2008-04-25T12:10:24Z

The cold spire jutted into the night. She wasn’t used to such sights. She was used to landscape, greenery, mountains. Not cold metal towers. But you had to come to this city if you wanted to dance. She was naturally gifted with dance, but the city with it’s metal and iron was sucking the life out of her. Time to leave it all behind.

Looking for love

2008-04-25T11:39:15Z

He wrapped his arm around her in her sleep. She had no idea how much she meant to him. He’d been searching for his one true love. She’d sort of stumbled into him. She was a scientist. He was an artist. He never thought he’d fall for someone who was as logical as she was. Although she had emotions she covered them well. She was a critical care nurse, but she could rattle off the complicated orders for a heart attack off easier than she could deal with a grief stricken family member. He was into self expression. Music, art, drama. Any format where he could express himself. She emailed people. He called them just to hear their voice. He had been looking for love. She had been waiting until it found her. But somehow they were perfect for each other. Each had strengths that complimented the other. And they were finally together.

Random Ramblings...

2008-02-17T16:21:19Z

Why do I feel like I am always rambling uncontrollably? I have nothing to say. No story to tell. I’m writing nothing about nothing. I sit here with my computer screen blank and no ideas. The blank screen seems to mock me. So I write about not being able to write.

Writing

2008-02-12T02:19:33Z

I want to write something today, I don’t know what. Why do I feel the urge to write without knowing what to write about, I have no clue, but that’s what I feel like doing.

Fathers, brothers, husbands and friends

2008-02-05T08:59:36Z

He took a look at those faces. Faces that stay with him for an eternity.

Though they had called i a war machine, the army was just men. Just brothers, fathers, husbands and friends.