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Since it can be anything, how about a short story I wrote a few years ago?

The Lover’s Tryst

This day was not much different than any other day. But it had been their day. She was thinking about him all through work, and was looking forward to their limited time together that evening. It was difficult for her to concentrate, knowing they would be meeting once again. As a consultant, his work had kept him out of town often, but they had always made an effort to meet on this particular day – no matter where they were. The trials and challenges of life had created this distance between them, but it never hindered their forbidden love. Through lunch, her mind was racing – remembering some of the moments they shared together. After all these years, just the thought of him could still arouse her, and she was getting anxious. Minutes seemed like hours as the day dragged on until finally it was time to leave the office.

With her workday behind her, she arrived home quickly, and started to prepare for the evening. As she showered, her mind continued to play through all the passionate moments that they had shared in the past. The water washed away all the pains of the day and soothed her muscles. She finished quickly and started to get dressed, not wanting to be late. She had already selected the evening’s attire the night before. She would wear his favorite blouse - the one that always seemed to catch his eye. With a smile, she admired how she looked as she put on her makeup, followed by a spritz of his favorite perfume. Her preparations however, were continually distracted as she watched the clock, not wanting to be late for their meeting.

She left the house quietly, unnoticed. She knew the meeting place, and fortunately, didn’t have to worry about being late. She was proud of how quickly she could be prepared and ready, as if she had it down to an art. She was his and loved that feeling.

When she arrived, she stepped out of the car and was met with the cool autumn breeze kissing her face. Perhaps the hot shower had made her skin more sensitive to the outside temperature. Perhaps it was the anticipation or just the bitter wind that caused a tear to form on the corner of her eyelid. She could hear the rustling of the leaves blowing in the wind, though she walked briskly to meet him again in silence. And there he was, in the same spot as always. She bent down in front of him, and with a bittersweet smile, reached out to caress his name, etched in the stone, and she remembered.
 
MelanchollyArtist said:
Since it can be anything, how about a short story I wrote a few years ago?
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It can be anything, the place is a free space for whatever is adult and worth sharing in your opinion.

The story is as beautiful as sad... Thank you for sharing it...

Edit:
Btw, check the "beyond the profile post" threead in the arts section. You will be even more warmly welcommed than here...
 
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MelanchollyArtist said:
I know of one FCN'er that plays piano..
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How'd you know I like sitting on top tickling the ivories? :p
LMAO
 
FlyBaby said:
Delphine Dryden's Rope 'em and Ride 'em books are interesting :D
Just saying. If you need ideas...lol
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Thanks for the suggestion...alway a looking for new literature, seems more appropriate than what I usually read at storytime...
*Puts the Very Hungry Caterpillar and Goodnight Moon back in the bookcase*
Well since you're choosing I guess I'm reading for you too...
 
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