I have decided to introduce fictional short stories to my regular roster of posts (see Origin of Quick Fic’s as to why I cooked up this crazy idea). What follows is my maiden effort.
I fell in love with her the very first time I saw her.
The attraction was immediate and had a sense of destiny to it all. Even though I have never met her before, there was a connection between us that was clear for all to see.
She wasn’t in the best of conditions that memorable night. There was no make-up, the hair was matted to her sweaty forehead at the front and terribly dishevelled at the back. She looked like she had just run a marathon but was definitely carrying some extra pounds all around.
Notwithstanding that appearance, I have never seen a woman so innately content, so confident and yet so vulnerable at the same time. And when we finally made eye contact, all those qualities bubbled to the surface and manifested in a show of such subtle, and yet knowing, emotion that I began to wonder whether we had met in a previous life.
Her voice certainly sounded soothingly familiar, while her entire complex of smell brought back dim memories of a time and place that I just could not quite recall. Of course, it didn’t help my memory that I was in a dazed and confused mental state, having just enjoyed many months of solitary bliss away from the hustle and bustle of real life.
And the way she smiled!
The way her eyes curled into narrow, half-moon shapes when she did. The way it made her look so kind and saintly. The sight was benevolent enough to light up the darkest of souls, sensual enough to brighten up the foulest of moods.
As you can well imagine, I instantaneously fell head over heels for her that night.
In the numerous years since that encounter, I have come across many other women. But I can honestly say, no female has ever loved me, embarrassed me, frustrated me, scared me or supported me the way that first woman so effortlessly did.
And all this she still does, to this very day … much to the chagrin of my girlfriend.
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Bravo. Nice work. It’s nice to stretch our writing a little from time to time. Hope you enjoyed it!
Thanks for the encouragement, madam – always so kind.
A mother will always be a man’s first love. 😉
Especially for our 2 little boys! 🙂
Nicely done 😉
Thank you, always good fun trying something new. 🙂
JD, I know I’m hard to resist, but you really need to move on. 😉
Well done, you! Lived this story.
Oh well, can’t blame a man for trying! 🙂
Typo — should have read Loved this. Damn iPhone. 🙂
Loved this piece!!! I hate to admit that I didn’t realize it was “mom” until the very end—–love that type of author’s craft!
That’s the best compliment I could’ve hoped for with this story. Thanks, madam.
Great effort my friend. Keep them coming…
Just having fun doing some doodling. Thanks for the encouragement!
Brilliance doesn’t require Encouragement… 😉