Tuesday Tales and Ghost of a Chance

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- ghost.  This will be an excerpt from my new WIP for a new romance contemporary, Steal My Heart.


“Hey, boss lady, what do you think of your party?”

“Boss lady? Where did that come from?”

“I do work for you.”

“Yes, you’ve even been in charge more than me lately. I meant your speech, you sound more like Eugene-y from the block than Eugene from behind the computer.”

“I learned I don’t always have to be stuffy to get my point across.”

“I think you’re sweet on Lesley and it’s loosened your defense mechanisms.”

Playing reverse psychiatrist was not what I had in mind. “I walked over here to check on you.”

Lola drew her knees close to her chest. “I don’t want to adult anymore, I want to, maybe…well, hell, I don’t want to go back to teenage years. I guess I’m damn stuck fast. I’m sick of worrying about stuff.”

“Unfortunately, with power comes great responsibility. These folks count on you to have your shit together.”

“Did you say shit, for real?”

“I did. I admit, I said the word shit in a sentence. I’m clearly losing my intellect.”

“No, no, not at all, you’re fine. Some of the world’s greatest minds cuss like a sailor.”

“Seriously, what’s going on?” She wasn’t going to weasel away from my questions this time.

“In a nutshell, I think my dad’s a fugitive, the man I love won’t return my calls, the man I sometimes date has a girlfriend, and my best friend, Danika, won’t visit me.”

“Is it because they have some of their own stuff possibly giving them a hard time?” I wasn’t sure Lola would ever stop taking the blame for everything and everyone in her life.

“I think it’s me.”

“You’re a handful, but, you’ve become empathetic lately, it’s endearing. Give your friends a chance, they’ll come around. It’s not always about you, and I say that right now with good intentions.”

“This girl really is good for you, I’ve never seen you so caring or happy. Maybe some of the ghosts of the past are gone for good?”

“I hope so, I’m ready to move forward, away from the negativity. Thankfully, the emails stopped. Someone was playing an asshole prank, I’m sure of it.”

Lola stood. “C’mon, let’s mingle, get to know our future clients.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Investing in the business was personal for me now. I’d found a job I care about, working with a boss who was family to me now. Our clients touched me in a different way. Their lives mattered to me, happy outcomes waited for the lucky. I helped with the formulas, the lists of best possible matches. No other dating site or club had anything on us. Arms linked, we walked back to the main party area

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V.L. Locey said…
I agree with Susanne, it does sound intriguing!
Always interesting dialogue in your excerpts!

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