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 word prompt each week. This week we share the prompt "snow".  You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds.  This will be an excerpt f ro m my brand new yet-to-be-named WIP. Enjoy!~ Conner rubbed the stubble on his chin, and then ran his hand through his hair. There was something he wasn't telling me, and he just gave it away. "She's fine with this, really." For as talkative as he was about everything else, he didn’t have much to say about her. Something still wasn't right, but I wasn't sure I should press them. If I pressed him, then that gave him an automatic pass to press me about difficult subjects. I wasn't quite ready to give him that much latitude. We passed by a rodeo ground, and immediately a memory came to

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. This week we share the prompt "snow".  You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds.  This will be an excerpt f ro m my brand new yet-to-be-named WIP. Enjoy!~ Snow fell quietly out the window, engaging my rapt attention. Satisfied with my stillness, my baby rested his sleeping head on my bosom. His tiny back lifted only slightly with each minute inhalation.   The soft sound in and out his nose was akin to an emotive breeze, with just enough power to lift the ends of my hair, or stir small leaves. His entire relaxed body sank deeper into my chest the longer he lay in satisfied slumber. And, at that moment, I fully understood unconditional love- not only understood, but, I felt it to my core. Fully aware of the sound and fee

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. This week we share the prompt "greasy".  You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds.  This will be an excerpt f ro m my brand new yet-to-be-named WIP. Enjoy!~ “It’s a bracelet.” Heidi whispered, her head bowed again. “How do you know it’s mine?” I still believe she’s made some horrible mistake. She finally met my gaze again. “I’m trying to do the right thing here.” Her voice raised a little in volume, finding her footing in the conversation at least a slight bit. She rubbed at a smudge on the side of the box. “It must’ve gotten into something greasy during the storm.” She looked at me again, her eyes getting larger. “How do you know it belongs to me?” Something about the dejected look in her expression told me to ease up

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. This week we share the prompt "bracelet".  You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds.  This will be an excerpt f ro m my brand new yet-to-be-named WIP. Enjoy!~ Sitting in the living room watching mindless reruns, I contemplated how comforting television scripts actually were. People became involved in what seemed impossible circumstances, yet they always miraculously worked things out. I liked how in roughly twenty-five minutes major life crisis situations resolved themselves and everyone smiled absurdly at the end. This unrealistic montage of catastrophes turned to bright shiny successes, and I craved such fiction in my own life. A doorbell chime jingled me back to my reality. “Mom, are you gonna get that?” I didn’t want to move from my permanent dent