The Affair



The Affair

He wasn’t even good-looking – perversely, the reverse.

The reunion drinks do – tepid white wine and unidentifiable canapés – was his suggestion. The innocent chance encounter, supposedly.  And there he was on the other side of the room, entertaining the throng around him.

She’d always been the good girl –conscientious student, loving wife, adoring mother. It was what she’d always wanted. But the only certainty now was that no one must ever know otherwise; she must tell nobody.

As she launched herself across the wide expanse of the hall, she felt more alone than she’d ever felt and strangely more self-consciously present, more exhilarated.

M J Lewis©2016

If I was in romantic, pastoral mood last week, that seems to have passed. I suppose this is love, of sorts, in all its destructive perversity. Have taken to my bed with a stomach complaint, which could account for the dyspeptic nature of this (entirely fictitious) story. But seriously, I do need to stop writing the nice stuff!

Thanks to our talented host Rochelle, who this week also provides the photo and continues to conduct Friday Fiction with panache, encouragement and tact as she produces book number three. Impressive!

41 thoughts on “The Affair

  1. I hope you feel better soon, but not because of the writing. This is great. The immediacy is irresistible. She knows she’s running into her undoing with open eyes, and loves it.

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    • I read an article where someone put her marriage and her affair into different compartments. I personally think for anyone with any humanity that would be pretty impossible to pull off without repercussions somewhere.

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  2. Everyone experiences the temptation to be naughty once in a while. The risk and danger is what brings on that rush of exhilaration.
    Don’t feel like you need to stop writing “nice stuff.” There are plenty of writings taking care of the dark side. The world needs happy endings too.

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  3. Ahhh… the temptation of the greener grass… though this one sounds rather less than so. One looks when one is unsatisfied… just sayin’!

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    • Thanks Rochelle.
      I enjoy writing the nice stuff, but a bit of experimentation is what Friday Fiction is great for.
      And the nice stuff needs to be mixed with something else at least! I write as someone who watches Ken Branagh in the Scandi Noir detective series Wallander (highly recommended) for the love interest fitted in between discovery of the dead bodies. Not will he/won’t he catch the killer, but will he/won’t he get the girl…


  4. And like stepping into rushing waves, she’ll soon realize that no matter how strong you’re it’s only those who step into the waves that stand a high chance of drowning.
    Brilliant story.

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  5. If I knew who the guy was to her and why, other than a chance to wander off the beaten path, yeah. It might be a more satisfying ending. Of course, she just might want to prove something to herself as well and end up playing serious tonsil-hockey with him in the linen closet at the reunion.

    Sorry you haven’t been feeling well, Miranda. Bummer. 😦 Hope you feel better soon. 🙂


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