Tuesday Tales and Fasten Your Seat Belts
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- fasten. This will be an excerpt from my new WIP for a new romance contemporary, Steal My Heart.
“I want to know about Lola.”
Immediately my back teeth gritted into stress mode. How would I talk about my lover- her mother- with my sister? Somehow, the connection made me feel dirty.
“Okay, I see that look on your face. Honestly, are you telling me you’ve never heard of a mother and daughter having sex with the same guy?”
What the fuck? “Holy shit, Sharlyn, where are you going with this?”
“Stop it, dammit, I’m just saying, I’ve heard before where one of them find a guy and sleeps with him. At some point later, the other one sleeps with him. That kind of thing, I’m not talking a tawdry threesome.”
I would give her the benefit of the doubt and play along. “Maybe I’ve heard of this kind of crap.”
“I want to get to know her, Lola, the woman who gave birth to me. Dear old dad kicked the bucket, totally fine with me. But, I do want to understand more about her. She wasn’t the bad guy, she was a screwed up teenager who actually did the right thing. Can you see that?”
Did I know her well enough to unleash the sibling anger? Emotions processed within me faster than I could acknowledge them. “You don’t have the same history I have with Lola Fontaine.”
Apparently, she was ready for an argument. “Look, don’t get pissy with me. I know your predicament.”
“Predicament? Interesting way to put it. It’s just my heart ripped out of my chest and stomped on.” Good fucking grief, what was I – twelve?
“Chill bro, easy, simmer down.”
Bro? Did she just call me brother? “Don’t tell me what to do, sis.” The word, bro, fastened to me like hot tar, yet oddly less painful.
“How’d that feel?”
What the hell was she talking about? “You lost me. I got smeared in hot tar, and I'm waiting on the feathers.”
“I liked saying bro out loud. It’s our first official brother sister fight.”
Damn, she was right. “I like having you as a sis.” She could ruin this. “Please for the love of God, don’t say it’s because you’re like your mother. It’s so fucked up, it’s intriguing.”
“What’s that kids show? Uncle Grandpa or something along those lines?”
“Are you jamdamned serious?”
“What the hells a jamdamned?”
I brought Lola full well into this discussion, she wasn’t going anywhere. Like the atmosphere, Lola infused herself into almost every fucking part of my life. Next thing, she’d seep into my pores osmosis style. “It’s something Lola says a lot.”
“See! These are the things I want to know.”