Author Davee Jones

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! It's time for Tuesday Tales. A group of writers gather together and give our interpretation of a specific prompt each week. Most of the time we write to a certain word. This week we write to a picture prompt. I chose a map of the world.   You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds.  This will be an excerpt f ro m my new yet-to-be-named WIP.   “I guess you were in that crazy tornado a few days ago?” “Yes, I made it to our cellar. The twister destroyed our house. There’s pieces of it all over the state.” “You did the right thing. So, he wasn’t with you, but, he came for you after the storm passed?” Another one-word sentence I hoped told him everything. “Yes.” “You were underground with God knows how much stuff piled on top of the cellar. What more could you have done?”   He asked the very question I’d been tripping over since...

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 o...