17 November









she sat at an isolated table in the corner of a darkened bar
her legs were long and lanky stretched out beneath her
her mouth was silky smooth
and her wit was razor sharp
he had gotten close enough to feel her pain
and know that her breath was as sweet as the whiskey 
she was drinking from a murky shot glass
that left a puddle on the scarred wooden table

he had been a bit befuddled at first 
when he saw her walking out of the marsh
but now he knew she was not a part of the human race










my boyfriend just told me that he has met a few women like this.....

Comments

  1. Unknown17 November 2013 at 11:15

    I think I would have run at the first sign that she was not of the human race!

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  2. Magical Mystical Teacher17 November 2013 at 12:17

    That last bit, about her not being part of the human race, caught me completely by surprise!

    Whirling with Donald Hall

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  3. brudberg17 November 2013 at 12:17

    Alien love -- I really love that... :-)

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  4. Gillena Cox17 November 2013 at 12:19

    great story!!! have a nice Sunday

    much love...

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  5. brudberg17 November 2013 at 13:11

    Love a love story with an alien...

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  6. Lynn17 November 2013 at 13:22

    superb surprize ending, your boyfriend's comment made me laugh...

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  7. Jae Rose17 November 2013 at 14:01

    Yes the last two lines really turned this piece on its head..carefully and cleverly written..

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  8. Brian Miller17 November 2013 at 15:27

    ha. what a character you created...the details you use really bring this to life....very nice...wonder what the kids will look like...smiles.

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  9. The Artful Diva17 November 2013 at 16:04

    I am way behind - and playing catch up. I hope you are enjoying a wonderful weekend!

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  10. veronica17 November 2013 at 17:08

    I loved this! Such a sense of place. The table, the bar, and this woman, this marsh- being. A great story.

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  11. EG CameraGirl17 November 2013 at 17:25

    Clever!

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  12. Ella17 November 2013 at 17:27

    I have seen Navy guys all over her~ You did a great job with this one! ;D

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  13. Old Egg17 November 2013 at 17:38

    How you get your readers to crave for more. I wanted to continue to eavesdrop.

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  14. Mystic_Mom17 November 2013 at 18:50

    Love this character - and I'm sure there are many like these.

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  15. Vandana Sharma17 November 2013 at 19:40

    First I felt spooky and then felt as if there's an alien!.

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  16. Karen @ Beatrice Euphemie18 November 2013 at 02:32

    A true Siren... enjoyed this - like the opening lines of a mystery novel. xo Karen

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  17. J Cosmo Newbery18 November 2013 at 05:19

    Oooo. I wonder where she is from…?

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  18. gautami tripathy23 November 2013 at 11:32

    Love that ending...

    Here is my Sunday Swirl post:
    bridging the past with the future

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