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The Game
June 12th, 2007
It’s all an illusion that they have created. The feelings that they profess to feel so deeply don’t even exist. She’s so caught up in excitement and apprehension that it has never occurred to her that she should wonder if it is he that she loves, or merely the thrill of having this delicious secret from the rest of the world. Stolen moments that seem so precious will invariably become sordid in the light of a new day. She will grow to hate herself, to feel sick to realize what she has become. With each visit, she is aware that a sense of emptiness has become palpable in her life.
And what does he feel?
Nothing. This is just another episode of a game that he will continue to play.
Art featured in this post: Forest Tryst by Edmund Blair Leighton 1853-1922
Hi, Stephanie, cool site, like all your sites usually are. I really like the idea of just allowing oneself to be inspired by art to create small stories, just see where it leads us. Very creative! I hope you’ll grow as a writer, and become better and better.