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!
What the hell is going to happen when she gets to the other side of the hall? My guess is nothing he’ll notice
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Hiding in full view…I think the chance encounter has been pre-arranged.
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Really like the way “perversely, the reverse” sounds. Nicely done.
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Ta for the visit. 🙂
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Hope she feels the same in the morning
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Like a drug I think she’ll have to come down sometime – but I give it a bit longer than the morning!
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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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Thank you I am feeling better today after a while of feeling yuck.
You caught it exactly – with open eyes indeed!
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Feel better soon! Your heroine sounds like she’s throwing all caution to the winds. Is this something she’d been planning for a while, abandoning the role of loving wife and adoring mother? Great story!
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Certainly she’s pushing off into rough waters – but perhaps thinking she can keep it all hidden and under control. (As if!)
Thanks for stopping by.
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Haha! Nicely explained. And it’s my pleasure!
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No complaints with the story at all! Sounds like a great adventure in the making – get well soon 🙂
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Thank you!
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Sounds like she’s experiencing the “seven year itch”. I hope she doesn’t do anything to jeopardise her marriage!
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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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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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Yes sometimes the grass looks greener…
Nice stories are lovely but I need to stress out my characters a bit more sometimes!
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The tepid wine has certainly steered her towards a hot future. Hope she can hack it.
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Probably not! Everything has a price.
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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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I’m just making this all up as I go along – but you worldly Canadians obviously have this stuff all sorted! 🙂
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Hah!
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Dear Miranda,
There’s nothing wrong with writing nice stuff. Oh those temptations. You wrote hers well. Hope you’re well soon.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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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…
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She seems quite conflicted, which is understandable. Great capturing of her emotional roller coaster. I suppose that’s half the allure.
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Hope you feel well soon. These type of affairs don’t end well. You have captured her emotions well.
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The romantic equivalent of running with scissors. Perversely unattractive scissors.
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You could be on to something. Advice for the cautious writer – write what you know and what you don’t know, research first with household objects to hand.
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The appeal of the illicit affair. You’ve captured her reckless determination really well.
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‘perversely, the reverse’ – perfect.
I can’t write sweet things. Dark, sharp-edged is much more my own style. I hope you feel better soon!
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Well a goddess has many faces – but don’t forget there is a loving one too! 🙂
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I really love the beginning… I so wonder where the allure might be… but maybe it’s the fact is that it can be real…
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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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I did look at the picture and think of my character setting out to sea, not knowing when safe dry land would appear. Thanks for your comments.
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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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You’ve raised a lot of interesting question, which are not resolved in 100 words! Thanks for your kind wishes.
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The problem with affairs is they often become known. It’s like there should be a warning light flashing with this guy. He’s made another conquest to build up his ego.Well written, MJ. —- Suzanne
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Never one for sordid affairs, I can’t help but dislike this guy, it’s probably the tepid white wine. 😉
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I agree about affairs being sordid, but I have discovered interestingly that we all have opinions about them and the participants!
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Speaks to me in so many ways. I know this experience all too well at the moment- thought provoking
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Thanks for your comment. Take care!
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