Monday, August 29, 2016

Tuesday Tales and Which Road to Take?


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!~

 







“Absolutely, my parents have been saving money for years to help me do this. It’s what I’ve wanted since I was a kid. Now, it’s finally happening.”

“Won’t your girlfriend miss you?” Where did that come from? Was my mouth so desperate for communication it went rogue? I blame it on the Id, lurking in the corners of my personality, waiting for the opportunity to join the conversation.

Tweaking my nose with his finger ever so gently, he actually answered my bold question. “I don’t have a girlfriend, problem solved.”                                                                                                                                                                   

A table full of loud persons ranging in age from infant to elderly cleared, opening up the silence in our little area of the festival. Every word would be magnified now, the conversation less secluded. With people around, I felt safe, able to chat, the friendly atmosphere disguised my uncertainty. One on one could be a challenge. Charlie guided me to the table, apparently not ready to give up our chat. “Let’s have a seat, I think this will fit your mom, Lindie, and anyone else ready to break bread with the enemy.” Pointing at himself, I knew he meant the dance off. “Let’s take the road less traveled.”

Before long, we’d either celebrate or concede to the opponent. I’d like to concede, I could concede all evening. Heat rose to my cheeks, even hitting above my eyebrows. Self-embarrassment was one of my specialties.

“Don’t you want to sit with your folks?” I wanted to know if he was really interested in me, or just wanted a convenient get-away from the ever-present relatives.

“I like your company. I see them all the time.”

“But, you’re leaving soon.”

“Exactly.” He smiled again, letting me know something about me captured his attention, and he wasn’t quite ready to let it go.
 


 

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Monday, August 15, 2016

Tuesday Tales in a World of Gray

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- gray.  This will be an excerpt from my new WIP for a new romance contemporary- You're My Necessary.

Enjoy!~

 

“Are you accusing me of something, Detective?”

“We are just talking here. I know these questions might piss you off, but they’re necessary. Is Ms. Spelling safe at your home, Mr. Goode?”

Andrew gritted his teeth, “What are you insinuating? Do you think my gray matter isn’t working?”

“It’s a necessary question. We might need to put a uniform outside your home…if that is where she plans to remain.”

“Yes, she will stay with me, she is safer there than anywhere and I will take care of her.”

“I certainly hope so. Is there a reason you didn’t bring her with you today? I could have asked her a few questions as well.”

“You didn’t specifically spell out you needed her here.”

“I can stop by later, it’s not a problem for me.”

“Did you or did you not find any of German’s prints on anything that has to do with Bea?”

“No, and we only found yours on that last delivery of pictures. I’m sure you can understand our interest.”

“Maybe he got smart and wore gloves the last delivery!” Andrew stood abruptly, and practically slung the chair he sat in across the room. “Detective, do those tests so you can conclusively determine that I’m not related to that degenerate Tom German. And, you figure out who those mysterious prints belong to. But, now, I need to get back home because I think whoever is stalking Bea isn’t finished. He’s just getting started.”

“Mr. Goode, I understand your anger. I appreciate you came down here. Please call me if anything new happens. Believe me, we are working on this as quickly as possible. I’ll be in touch very soon. Please have Ms. Spelling call me, we need to talk with her as soon as she’s available.”

“Anytime I ever heard anyone preface a statement with believe me, it didn’t go so well. But, yeah, I’ll let her know, she will call you right after I get home. I want this shit cleared up right now. In a roundabout way, you are accusing me of stalking my own girlfriend and that’s messed up.”

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Monday, August 1, 2016

Tuesday Tales On the Fly....

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- fly.  This will be an excerpt from my new WIP for a new romance contemporary- My Only Necessary.

Enjoy!~


“After you, Princess.” Andrew picked up his step to catch up with her.
Many travelers before them had cleared the trail of overgrowth. The well-worn route took them twisting through various colorful flowers and intimidating vines. “There aren’t any life-size Venus fly traps or any other man-eating plants out here, are there?” Bea looked all around her, inspecting their surroundings. She breathed in deeply, catching her breath from the hurried walk.
“We really aren’t in a race. You can slow down and enjoy this beautiful area,” Andrew teased, taking a sip of water from a bottle. He offered it over.
Bea took a long drink and rubbed sweat from her brow. “It’s hard for me to slow down sometimes. I always feel like I have one speed and that’s overdrive.”
Andrew handed her a small towel. “You can use this to wipe your face and neck. It’s the humidity making you feel hotter.”
“Thank you, you really may have thought of everything with that Inspector Gadget backpack.”
“Are you in overdrive all the time? Do you ever relax?” Breaking the ice with more questions, he studied her expression.
“This is relaxing to me, and I’m still breathing heavy. I don’t really ever totally mellow, I have too many things to do.” Bea pointed forward. “Time to push again.” She began walking. If he kept talking, it meant something like dating. She hated the whole getting to know you segments of early relationships. In the past, it meant wasted time when she and the latest guy figured out by date three any feelings were lukewarm at best. Why bother? Dating was another damn job, and that much work didn’t appeal to her.
“Your life sounds very busy, are you satisfied?”
“Satisfied? I don’t know…I’ve never thought about it. I have a successful career, a few great friends, and a successful career.”
“You said career twice.”
“I did that on purpose to see if you would lecture me. It was a test, so don’t fail miserably, Mr. Goode.”
“I won’t tell you what to do, but, it seems like you are really having a good time here, away from the work that appears to consume you. Are you having a good time?”
“Of course!” Bea spread her arms out and looked up to the sky. “This place is incredible. I’m having a wonderful time.” Real estate agents were absolutely correct when they talked about location, location, location. She was in the middle of paradise.
“Are you having a wonderful time with me?” Andrew stared at the ground in front of him, not meeting Bea’s eyes.
Oh, crap, really? He was going to go there? Either the insecurity was another tactic, or he really needed coddling. Dude, lighten up. Cramming her usual smart-ass remarks far away from her vocal cords, she said something completely opposite. “Sure, I’m having a great time with you. Any lass would enjoy your company.”
 
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