Ramona Scarborough
Bio
Ramona Scarborough has authored eleven books and over one-hundred of her stories have been published in magazines, anthologies and online venues.
She and her husband, Chris, live in Oregon with their two rescue cats.
Stories (9/0)
A Photograph from My Past
“Stop,” I shout. “This is the old barn on my family’s property.” My grandson, Mark, turns and looks at me with surprise. But he pulls over to the side of the country road. And as he does, a miracle occurs. A barn owl unlatches its talons from the edge of the barn’s hay mow and soars on silent wings into the sky above us. I know it is not our barn owl, the birds do not live that long. Maybe it’s a descendant. I watch until it is a speck.
By Ramona Scarborough2 years ago in Families
My Mother's Voice
My Mother’s Voice My mother had unique ways of teaching me morals. When I was about ten years old, as my mother and I walked down a city street, a large burly man came toward us. After the man was out of earshot, she asked, “Did you see what that man was doing?”
By Ramona Scarborough3 years ago in Families
Liam's Sweater
Liam’s Sweater “Never marry a sailor,” her mother warned. “They are always leaving.” But love does not ask your trade. At first, when Rachael met Liam, she resisted the blue +cap. But when dimples appeared on either side of his smile like attractive bookends, her mother’s advice was jetsam, discarded and thrown overboard.
By Ramona Scarborough3 years ago in Families
Miss Maggie
Miss Maggie The love affair began with my best silk blouse being ruined. I had come to the shelter after work. As I passed a cage, a paw shot out from between the bars and snagged my sleeve. Carefully, the sharp claws were removed, but the damage was already done.
By Ramona Scarborough3 years ago in Petlife
Mirror, Mirror
Mirror, Mirror I’m nothing like Snow White’s stepmom. I would never poison anybody’s apple. The only thing we have in common is my mirror has been talking back to me. I did not ask it anything stupid like, “Who’s the fairest of all?” I already know I am not.
By Ramona Scarborough3 years ago in Futurism
The Joke
A Practical Joke Frank Williams was a millionaire several times over, but if you met him on the street, you never would have guessed. His taste in attire ran to blue jeans, a well-washed cowboy shirt, and a woven straw hat with a soiled sweatband. His belly did attest to the fact that he ate well, but then some folks bulged with much poorer fare.
By Ramona Scarborough3 years ago in Families
Good Karma
Good Karma When you are weaker than your adversary, you need a weapon. Tessa Keating hid hers under grandmother’s photo albums in the attic. Even if Vince had found the old, worn black book he would not have considered it important, certainly not lethal.
By Ramona Scarborough3 years ago in Criminal
