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Tuesday Tales and a Staple

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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 f ro m 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

Tueday Tales and Tribute to Mother

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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 f ro m my new WIP for a new romance contemporary, What the Storm Didn't Take. Enjoy!~ 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 th

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

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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 f ro m 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’