Tuesday Tales- Around the Town
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. You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds. This week our group writes to the word- town. This will be an excerpt from my new WIP for a new romance contemporary, No Games, Just Love.
Enjoy!~
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. You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds. This week our group writes to the word- town. This will be an excerpt from my new WIP for a new romance contemporary, No Games, Just Love.
Enjoy!~
“You
truly inherited my way of taking care of business.”
Heavy
weights once again left my shoulders. Truth telling was indeed cathartic. “So,
when he found out, we had a severe falling out. Over time, he contacted me
again and we eventually met for drinks. I was following him to his house when I
wrecked. I believe it was a sign.”
“A
sign you weren’t supposed to be at his house?”
“Yes,
he lives out of town, moved partially to get away from me. I think the universe
wants us to stay apart.”
“What
about true character is revealed in adversity? Maybe you two were meant to
endure struggle to make your relationship solid?”
Mamma
had an irritating way of confusing me. Should I dare tell her how my life felt
complete only when Marty came back into it? “You’re messing up my way of
thinking.”
“It’s
who I am.” Mamma believed in happy endings, knowing a person didn’t get there
by taking the easy road. “If I could do anything different, I would’ve found a
way to keep you dad in our lives. We should’ve moved away with him.”
Here
we go, talking about my father the roadie again. Good thing the nurse
interrupted us.
“Good
news, Ms. Fontaine, I have your release papers ready.”
“Splendid!”
Mamma clapped her hands. “Just in time for tea.”
We
made it to her house by a quiet, peaceful drive. Mamma followed through on her
promise, gathering a tea pot, little fancy porcelain cups, and pulled thinly
sliced bread from the cabinet. “I’ll make us cucumber sandwiches with the
crusts cut off. What do you think? I also have some scones in the freezer,
they’ll thaw in a jif.”
“Sounds
good, Mamma, I’ll take a hot shower.”
“Remember,
the doctor said you’re anemic, you need to eat more.”
“Random
carbs probably won’t cure low iron levels in my blood.”
“It’s
a start. I’ll pop over to the store for some vitamins.”
“Grab
some beef jerky too, that’ll be good.” Halfway joking, I actually craved beef
jerky for some odd reason. I’m not sure where that came from.
“Jerky?
You’re right, that sounds delicious. We can make some.”
Mamma
the crafting cooking queen. “Have you ever made jerky?”
“I
burned a roast a time or two, does that count?”
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