Tuesday Tales and Crawling Into a Cozy Bed
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! It's time for Tuesday Tales.
A group of writers gather together and give our interpretation of a specific word prompt each week. Once per month, we even write to an image. This week, we write to an image. This will be an excerpt from my new WIP for a new romance contemporary.
Enjoy!~
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A group of writers gather together and give our interpretation of a specific word prompt each week. Once per month, we even write to an image. This week, we write to an image. This will be an excerpt from my new WIP for a new romance contemporary.
Enjoy!~
“Lola
dear, why don’t you come to my house for a few days? I’ll take care of you.”
Laverne
fretted over Lola, arranging and rearranging the sheet on the bed.
“Mom,
I appreciate you. I don’t think I’ve told you enough.” It was easy now to see
how much Laverne loved me. She’d always wanted included, I was good at shutting
her out for years. “I’ll come over for a night or two, will that satisfy you?”
A
twinkle appeared followed by a full on face smile. “I’m so happy!”
“Tell
me my bed isn’t covered in puzzles.” Okay, that was harsh. “You know what,
never mind, I don’t care. I’ll push them off when it’s time to go to sleep.”
Walking
around, heading toward the window, mom finally breached a boundary. “What about
your friend that came with you here? Marty... I believe his name is.”
“Marty
is a good friend.”
“I
seem to catch a look showing he liked you more than that.”
“It’s
complicated, which is probably an understatement.”
“I’ve
got time, the nurses are still working on your discharge papers.”
“Marty
is Sharlyn’s half-brother.” No more beating around the bush, I put it out
there.
Mamma
Laverne retracted her neck and head, some thinking hard pose. “Wow, baby girl,
this makes much sense.”
“So,
I love Marty, with all my heart. But, he knows, he was Sharlyn’s donor, and
they are becoming friends. His father, the snaky pedophile I was involved with
in high school is dead. I made sure of it.”
“You
killed him?”
“No,
Mamma, I didn’t kill him. I just beat his dead carcass with a chair. It felt
really good too.”
“You
truly inherited my way of taking care of business.”
Weights once again left my shoulders. Truth telling was
indeed cathartic.
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