The gray-green eyes across the table were entrancing. Sarah shifted in her chair and swallowed nervously. A tiny metallic bell sound indicated that the five minutes allotted for this round was already ticking away. Where to start? Was that sweat dripping down her back?? “I -” Sarah thought to share that she had once been… Continue reading Scarred (Flash Fiction)
Author: Hillary Danaher
I Forgot (Flash Fiction)
Tucked away in a corner of my brain, I have a very organized list of things that need to be done. But I neglected to write it down. Replacing the storm-torn shingle on the western slope of the roof would have been on that list, had I been so diligent. When I walked in the… Continue reading I Forgot (Flash Fiction)
Gathering the Ingredients
I learned many things at the Cookery School this summer...some vitally important to producing a beautiful bake, others more entertaining in nature. In England, for example, if you are "faffing about," you are just idly moving around without much purpose. "Looking busy," as some teens I know are wont to do (and a few adults… Continue reading Gathering the Ingredients
Baking in Bath
My love for baking has reached an entirely new level. Forgive me if this post is a bit on the “rambling” side! While I could legitimately chalk it up to jet lag and many late nights in British pubs, in truth it is more likely due to the fact that I haven’t completely sorted out… Continue reading Baking in Bath
The Taste of Independence
Our footsteps seemed to create an opening scene soundtrack for the journey as we stepped backwards in time, first from the stomping on modern pavement, next to the crunchcrunch of gravel beneath our feet, and finally to the smooth glide of marble slabs leading up to the threshold of Ye Olde Tavern, the oldest restaurant… Continue reading The Taste of Independence
Hillary Danaher 