Tuesday Tales and It's All About the Band
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 f ro m my new WIP for a new romance contemporary, No Games, Just Love. Enjoy!~ I suppose I never hated Lola, I hated her actions. Hate- such a violent word, final, definitive- offering no hope, probably more depressing than any other emotional concept. Hate meant your heart down to your toes had room for nothing else, and it consumed a person. If I had no hate, then, my heart never stopped loving Lola, my soul was only hibernating away from the agony. Healing removed the reasons I shouldn’t love Lola, and I didn’t know what to do about it. Impulsively, I ran in Forrest Gump splendor, skirting past d...