Tuesday Tales and a Super Moon Moment

Happy Hot Tuesday and another edition of Tuesday Tales. Today, I return to my current WIP, Multiple Scorgasms for my Fantasy Leagues series. We are writing 300 words to this gorgeous photo of the moon. 
I didn't see the supermoon on Saturday night, even though I was outside. I studied the stars and forgot about it, but, I did see some other amazing photos.
Please check out my 300 as we examine what Finn sees in Danika....


She was there that day when my uncle took me back to that house one last time. I was supposed to stay in his truck. The look in her eyes, it wasn’t pity, it was empathy. But, my immature mind couldn’t tell the difference. I thought she was afraid of me and I didn’t want to hear her insults.

But, how could his beautiful creature want to hurt anyone? I wouldn’t take the chance. When she opened her mouth to speak, I ran back to my uncle’s truck. He told me to stay inside anyway and I didn’t want to anger him. I needed a home and didn’t want him to kick me out for disobeying him.

I would spend the rest of my life listening to my uncle and respecting him. I couldn’t imagine my life without him and my crazy aunt. They took me in when everyone else deserted me…even my own mother.

She could have lived life in that wheelchair, but, she gave up on me. It was selfish, cruel and I didn’t know if I’d ever forgive her. Meeting Danika brought everything back with such clarity, it gave me a headache to imagine it. I felt an immediate connection to her because she was there, at that pivotal moment in my life. Fate couldn’t have been more opportune. It left me with lingering questions and I wanted immediate answers.

Who the hell takes their child to a crime scene cleanup job?

Why the hell was I grateful for it?

I took another drink of my beer, warm from my inattention. The night gave me comfortable obscurity nothing else could. Other than the moon giving me away, the blackness gave me shelter. Tonight, literally, I saw her in a new light, the silvery moonlight illuminated the truth.



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Comments

V.L. Locey said…
What a wonderful, and moving, excerpt. Well done!
July 15, 2014 at 5:54 AM
Flossie Benton Rogers said…
The emotion here draws me in and makes me want to know more about the story. Looking forward to the rest.
July 15, 2014 at 7:47 AM
Jillian said…
I'm intrigued. Curious about the mother in the wheelchair and how it relates to his immediate feelings.
July 15, 2014 at 5:41 PM
Iris B said…
What a great snippet, Davee. Well done.
July 15, 2014 at 10:55 PM
Sarah Cass said…
Beautiful imagery and wonderful insight to her past. I love this.
July 17, 2014 at 6:30 PM
Jean Joachim Books said…
What a poignant and powerful scene this is. OMG, fantastic. Now I want to read more.
July 17, 2014 at 8:50 PM
Anonymous said…
Oh my, the questions I have now! Great snippet, giving us clues to her past without telling the whole story. Great job!
July 17, 2014 at 10:25 PM
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