Sarah Aldrich
Bio
I'm just a horse girl, turned law enforcement officer, who likes to write. I'd love to live the dream and write full time, wouldn't we all, but for now I'll just share my stories with like minded people here!
Stories (2/0)
Baking My Way To A Happy Life
Jack of all trades, master of none. That’s how I started my life. I bounced from hobby to hobby, sport to sport, but nothing ever stuck. That is until the day I threw my leg over a thousand-pound animal for the first time. From the moment my butt hit the saddle, horseback riding was my passion. I took lessons, I leased horses, I owned an off the track thoroughbred. I even went to college for equestrian studies. I found my passion at nine years old and I knew what I was going to do for the rest of my life. I’m now 38 and haven’t been on a horse in more than 2 years. That’s the danger of turning a hobby you love into a career, I guess, you run the risk of burning out. I will probably get back on a horse someday but for now my peace lies elsewhere.
By Sarah Aldrich3 years ago in Feast
The Delivery That Saved My Life
The knock on my door startled me. No one ever came around anymore. I don’t even remember the last time I had a visitor. I wondered briefly why, whoever it was, hadn’t used the door bell. Then I remembered I’d disconnected it months ago. That was back when people still came by. When I didn’t answer the ringing, they’d taken to talking to my doorbell camera. They wanted me to know they had come by and that I wasn’t alone. The truth was they wanted me to move on. They wanted me to be ok so they could feel better about themselves. Well, I’m not ok and probably won’t ever be again but I ignored them all long enough that they gave themselves permission to give up on me. There was another, louder knock on the door reminding me why I was thinking about them in the first place. “Mrs. Crow?” The sound of my last name, of the Mrs. in front of it nearly look my legs out from under me. Who was out there? Who would be so mean as to use that name? “Mrs. Crow it’s your mail person.” The female voice called. “Your mailbox was full and I have a package that wouldn’t fit.” There was a pause, she would go away, they always did. “Mrs. Crow if you don’t open the door, I’ll have to call the police for a wellness check. You haven’t brought in your mail in more than 2 weeks and I’m worried.” Two weeks? Had it really been that long? I thought I had been better at sneaking out in the middle of the night to get the mail. A few more hard knocks on the door. “OK, I’m going back to my truck and calling 911.” Shit! No, I didn’t need that drama! I got up and moved to the door. I opened it just as she climbed back in her truck. She looked back at the house and our eyes met. In that moment I knew that I must have looked like how I felt, dead. She waved at me, trying to recover herself I think, but I couldn’t wave back. I just bent down and picked up the mail from the front porch. I dropped it all on the couch and pushed the door shut. I moved back into my house. The shades were all drawn so the sunny day couldn’t get in. The lights were off, and there was a slight, dusty haze in the air. The tiny voice in my head told me that this was no way to live, I should clean and take out the trash and open the windows and get back to my life but that voice was too tiny to be heard. I collapsed back onto the couch, pulled the blanket over myself and closed my eyes. I didn’t fall asleep though, I almost never did, I just lay there, eyes closed and remembered.
By Sarah Aldrich3 years ago in Fiction