Tuesday Tales Going For Gold

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


“None of these events give me an excuse. I made choices, now I live with the consequences. I started drinking again heavily. But, I’ve been sober for several weeks now. Unless life has something else to ass-rape me with, I have no more secrets.” Fuck, what about the LockHim Room? Wasn’t that a secret?

That didn’t friggin’ count.

“I didn’t tell you about…about Martin or Sharlyn. After I got to know you, and we became…intimate.” How the hell could I say it? I had no words, nothing articulate would spin off my tongue like golden cotton candy. “I loved you and I wanted to hold onto you for as long as I could. I was selfish.” Might as well go for the gold. “The times I spent with you were some of the best I ever had. You took me out of my miserable existence for snippets, like a vacation from being me.” This place was a jazz establishment. I wanted gin so badly I could taste the Bombay and smell the lime. My foot tapped rapidly.

I’d said enough.

“More than one person has told me you were a victim of my father’s…of any of those perverted pieces of filth. Personally, the word victim sounds harsh in everyday language, probably overused. Love is another overused word.”

Preparing for a righteous admonishment, my backbone stiffened.

“After I found those girls’ class rings, I knew something more horrible than me or my mom ever imagined went down at the hands of my father. Understanding the thought processes of someone emotionally stunted or immature wasn’t easy for me. I’ve never considered myself someone to be taken advantage of. I’d also never walked in the shoes of a young teenage girl searching for the Lord only knows what. After many hours of studying the minds of sociopaths, I understood much more about the type of person they prey on. I began to make correlations, connections between Martin’s attributes, habits, and thought processes. Piecing it all together, I finally realized you weren’t to blame. You had a lifetime of maturing to do, not making decisions with the experience of someone wiser, more in control. I have more empathy now that I’ve weeded through the heavy emotional baggage. I can say I forgive you, although I can’t say I’ll ever forget.”

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Wow! Excellent snippet. Forgiving is always easier than forgetting.
Trisha Faye said…
Great snippet! Pulls lots of emotions from down deep.

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