Monday, May 22, 2017

Tuesday Tales and a Staple

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-staple This will be an excerpt from my new WIP for a new romance contemporary, What the Storm Didn't Take.

Enjoy!~



 
At least I wouldn’t interfere from home. I was on a different playing level when the hospital discharged me. Now, I was on Sheila’s turf and was best not to infringe. I certainly didn’t want to give the wrong impression. But, I really missed him. I wondered how life was in Dallas for his clinical assignment.
Who was I kidding? I wanted to know how he handled the long-distance relationship with Sheila. Was it working out? Was he preparing to make the final move out East?
It wasn’t any of my business.
My heart ached for Garrett in moments like this. After we became engaged, I recalled how we planned for our future. We had many dreams too. We lived a few of those- our romantic honeymoon, our wonderful home, getting pregnant with Ryan…yes, we lived many dreams. I envied Sheila, and I needed to get over it.
I wandered into the living room to escape my thoughts and condemned longings. Mom watched the news channel incessantly, as if life could change in the blink of an eye. In our case, we knew it could. Clicking off the television, she apparently noticed my skulking. “Hello dear, how are you and Mr. Ryan today?”
I must admit, she left me alone, giving me the privacy she knew I desired.

“We’re fine. He’s getting a fat little tummy- like a bullfrog.” I handed him over to his impatiently waiting nana.

“Oh, how are you today, my beautiful Ryan. Ignore your momma, you’re not fat, you’re perfect.” Whispering gently into his little ear, being a grandmother more than obviously suited her.

“Mom, I need to think about what I’m going to do with the house. You know, catch up on the business end of life. I’ve avoided it for far too long.”

“Oh, honey, there’s no hurry. You deserve a few weeks with this little distraction before you jump into reality. Believe me, it’s not going anywhere, it’ll be there when you’re ready.”

“But, that’s the thing, I’m ready. I can’t ignore my life. I’m an adult.”

Mom carefully studied my expression, as if she really was seeing me- the grown-up me. “Sweetie, you’ve been through so much more than some people twice your age have dealt with. I’m so proud of you for how you take each day. I know it’s not easy.” Cocking her head to the side, she elaborated. “Saying it’s not easy is a dramatic understatement. I’m not sure I have the words to describe how I’ve observed your life the past several months.”

“I appreciate you, mom. I still cry, and I’m not sure I’ll ever get over Garrett. I’m so sad he isn’t here to hold Ryan, actually be part of the little person we created together. But, when I want to melt down, I look at Ryan and he’s the same reason keeping me sane and even a semblance of solid. He’s worth so much more than me crawling under a rock and forgetting I have a life.”


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Tuesday, May 9, 2017

Tueday Tales and Tribute to Mother


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-mother.  This will be an excerpt from my new WIP for a new romance contemporary, What the Storm Didn't Take.

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My mother only wanted to help. However, I needed to read this one in private.
May is an incredible month every year not just because it's Mother's Day but it's your birthday and I know that I complain every year about what to get you and not knowing what to buy because you seem to have everything but the truth is I've always enjoyed thinking about what I can give you that would be as unique and special as you are thankfully no matter what I do you never complain you never returned it and you've always acted like it was the best thing that you never received I'm sorry I won't be able to buy you more birthday presents I mean truth is if I'm not there I can't do any shopping I hope you left that at least smiled a little bit but every year I want you to get yourself a dozen Gerbera daisies because you know I'll get you those in addition to anything else every year when you buy that bouquet of flowers I want you to know that I'm right there at that moment smiling handing them to you when you fall in love again and I hope that you will no matter what he does for your birthday I still want you to buy yourself that bouquet of flowers every year because you're worth it and you need to remember just how important it is to smell the flowers and take time for the small things sometimes in life the big things over shadow the most important tiny fractions of life.
You're going to be a mom and as I write this I don't know when exactly that will be but I know but the love and your heart is too large to keep all to yourself that's how I know you're going to become someone's mother someday and when that child understands what Mother's Day is about it's as if he already knew because everyday would be Mother's Day because of how special you are.
Happy birthday honey and Happy Mother's Day for every year you celebrate.






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Tuesday, May 2, 2017

Tuesday Tales and a Good Cry, (is there such a thing)


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- cry This will be an excerpt from my new WIP for a new romance contemporary, What the Storm Didn't Take.

Enjoy!~












Mom carefully studied my expression, as if she really was seeing me- the grown-up me. “Sweetie, you’ve been through so much more than some people twice your age have dealt with. I’m so proud of you for how you take each day. I know it’s not easy.” Cocking her head to the side, she elaborated. “Saying it’s not easy is a dramatic understatement. I’m not sure I have the words to describe how I’ve observed your life the past several months.”



“I appreciate you, mom. I still cry, and I’m not sure I’ll ever get over Garrett. I’m so sad he isn’t here to hold Ryan, actually be part of the little person we created together. But, when I want to melt down, I look at Ryan and he’s the same reason keeping me sane and even a semblance of solid. He’s worth so much more than me crawling under a rock and forgetting I have a life.”
I just wanted one full day when I didn’t cry.

“That’s my girl.” Rocking Ryan, she cooed slightly toward his curious expression. He watched her with such intensity. I wished I knew what he was thinking. She turned toward me and sighed. “You have a letter from an attorney among all the other mail redirected here for you. I went through anything not immediately pressing and handled things such as the final utility bills and that sort of thing.”


“Thank you, I didn’t even think of all that.”


“No worries, it’s done.” Getting up slowly, she cradled Ryan closely into her arms. From a roll top desk, she pointed toward a stack of letters and other mail. “On top here is the letter from the attorney’s office. Everything underneath is yours too.”


“Why would we get a letter from an attorney? We didn’t have any legal business pending.” Immediately, I needed to know. Ignoring the other mail, I grabbed the letter and took it to the couch. Sitting down, I prepared myself to open it. If mom had any prior knowledge about this, she wasn’t speaking up.


Carefully sliding the envelope open, I found one single sheet inside. The simple note expressed condolences before requesting I make an appointment to see the local lawyer. Waving the page around in the air, I was dumbfounded. “The attorney wants me to come in to his office. Do you have any clue about this?”


“I don’t, but, I’ll go with you.”


I made an appointment for the following morning.

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