The quietness of the house reminded her of the times when it had only been the two of them. Children’s laughter had only been a wish, a possibility for the future and not even that was certain. The fact that she had gotten this far was already something that amazed her from time to time. As if it had all happened in the blink of an eye. She remembered vividly the thought that shot through her mind the first time she laid eyes on him. “Wow.. what a man”. Instantly her mind froze as she absorbed his image, aware that every fibre of her body tingled in anticipation. She had just as quickly discarded the thought and the emotion. She had a job to do, a mission to accomplish and he was probably married. The one thing she had always vowed. Never get involved with a married or even a divorced man.
That year had been the one where she had stopped chasing love. Trying to find commitment in giving away her body to boys who lost interests in the chase the moment she had surrendered. She was no longer fair game. For the first time she was focussing on a future that had nothing to do with anyone else but herself. She was going places, proving to herself that being on your own wasn’t scary nor sad. Liberating her mind from stereotypes spoon-fed to her by her mother. She’d had only one relapse that year. The man she met in the bar, an American in Amsterdam, passing, just as the ship he was about to sail back home. This time she had known this wasn’t going to be the happy ever after. Not once during the brief affair had she lost her independence. A victory that had made her stronger. She said goodbye without looking back.
At that precise moment the man, the one that had made her body tingle when they first met, that man would change her life forever
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9 comments:
fantastic, i can't wait to read more. you are doing a wonderful realistic writing feat developing the earlier, adult years of this character.
keep going, please!
:)
Thank you KJ..this is by far the hardest thing I have ever doen. Scary too..:o)
marloes, i am in a weekly writing group--about 7-8 people with a "leader" and many write and continue their "stories" each week. we read what we've written aloud and then get feedback, which is allowed to only be positive, no criticisms.
i could see you perhaps blossoming in this setting. i wish you were in my writing group...
:)
@ kj..I wish I was in your group too. I have no experience and getting feedback is so very important to me
can you find a writing group? mine meets once a week.
@ kj, I tried googling for one in my area, no such luck. I have thought about doing a writers course, but with tho jobs and a household I just don't think I can find the time.
Oh I have been following this. Marloes, This is a captivating story. I can't wait for the next installment. Ooooh!
marloes,
"scary too"
Yes, but it's good to take risks like this! :-)
You really know how to hook people. This is such a great read. Looking forward to part IV.
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