It Was Certainly Not Your Typical Love Story

Once and a while our heart want passion, our eyes something fine to gaze upon, our head not to have to think, our toes to tingle, and a story that leaves us wondering.


“I don’t like to play word games.”

“Why not?’”

“I’m a terrible speller.”

“I thought you said you were a writer.”

Sunset In Alaska

“I am. I love words, I do, but I have no retention for spelling them.”

“I guess the dictionary is your best friend.”

“Yes it is.”  I smile.

“Well, this is a word game, not a spelling game. I start with a word and you respond with the first word that comes to mind. I reply to your word and on it goes. No spelling or thinking is required, just your gut reaction. Got it?”

I smile for the second time. This one is dangerous. He might win me over, break me down, and make me regret my decision to flirt. Sitting at the edge of the Pacific watching the sunset has always been my weakness. The first time… No, I’m not going to cross that line and remember when.

“Are you ready? You seem to be off on some solitary adventure. Is there another?”

“No one but you and I sitting here in this bar watching the day end.”  I swivel on my bar stool and look around the room pretending to look for someone. There is no one.  “I’m ready.” His eyes are greenish blue.  Are they a shallow puddle, or a deep pool, I wonder? It’s difficult to know if someone has potential without peeling back the layers, exposing yourself, surrendering, and hoping they do the same. I’m not sure about him, or if I want to take the chance.

‘Okay. Here goes… “


We stare into one another’s eyes. Neither one of us talking, each of us waiting.

“It’s just a game to play while the sun burns into the horizon. I don’t like the noise it makes or the memories it conjures.”

He has a past. Maybe he has a story, too. “Okay, I’m ready.”

“Beyond,” he starts.





“Past.” He has one eye on the horizon and the other one on me.




“Romance.” He sips from the beer standing alone on the counter in front of him. He is pensive.




“Impassioned.” He should know.




“Knickers.” His eyes are reflective. I can almost see him searching for a definition inside of his mind. I like watching him process his thoughts.  Maybe he is worth the chance.






He holds up his right hand stopping our game mid-play. I follow his line of sight and watch the sun sink below the horizon. I absently sip from my watered down margarita and slip unnoticed into the silence. Time slows down until it’s in tune with the crossover from day to night. I am lost in the sunset and forget him until his left arm slips around my waist. He is is standing on my side looking down at me. He smiles slowly and resumes our game of chance.



Have you ever passed up a moment of connection for no logical reason and wondered why years later?  OR How would you like their story to end?

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I’m a writer and hoarder of one-size-fits-all panty hose. Until the hose fits over my bum, I write to provide an alternative view on writing and perfection.

34 thoughts on “It Was Certainly Not Your Typical Love Story

    • Thanks, Emily. It wasn’t intended to go any longer, at least not that I know of. I like writing to prompts.. like pianist limbers up with piano scales, so I do with writing. Sometimes I like where I end up.

  1. Beautiful Brenda, I love reading you’re blog! She needs to say ‘no’. He sound like a player. 😉 Too savvy, too confident. She needs someone to put her first! <3

  2. To end…? With a note from you sharing your joy at having found your twin flame. You deserve him, angel soul. He is longing for you just as you are he…

  3. The writing and format is so good, Brenda…a little flash fiction gem. (why don’t you polish it and submit it?) I also think she should reject his offer. he sound’s to0 gamey and, as Jodi said, too confident and savvy. Run….girl. unless, of course, you just want a one night stand.

    • Nancy, that’s a good idea. I will file this one away for later. I know two of you have said he is a player, but when he came to me I didnt see him as that..although I don’t know who he is since it his and her’s were just a passing story.

    • Kelly, you always make me smile and feel as if I could leap tall buildings (with my words, anyway). Wishing you a relaxed weekend now that you have finished the 3rd book, but knowing you, your mind is probably off researching something new ( oh yes, I knew that already). :-)

  4. Not the typical love story, indeed, Brenda. I like them both (the man watches sunsets … ) I have let connections pass in the past because I lacked the self-confidence to carry them on. I don’t so much regret the lost connections so much as my wilted faith in self.

    • Claudine, over the years I’ve come to think there are no typical love stories. I think our times have change and what we might have once thought is not longer.

  5. Wow. This was exciting. I too liked both these characters but you set me up to feel protective of her.
    I was once in a tiny neighbourhood bar somewhere in Spain with my boyfriend (now husband) watching a flamenco dancer and her partner in total awe of them both. He then came over and asked me to dance while she took a much-deserved break. I said no. I should have said yes and given it a whirl (literally).

    • Astra – I remember your story about you and your husband. That is a great story and romantic tale. I would have said no to the twirl but only because I am the only Latin in the universe with two left feet. It’s not a pretty site.

  6. I’m thinking of a book I’m reading now called La Seduction: How the French Play the Game of Life by Elaine Sciolino. It’s a fun read that reminds us to bring a more sensual element into our daily lives.

    Your story shows how much heat can be generated with a look, a smile, a word, a touch. I love ending the story right where it is, where we can continue to play with the imagination and a variety of scenarios.

    • Hi Nadine, I haven’t read the book you reference, but it does sound interesting. I often wonder why the rest of the world is so intrigued by the French. I am glad you enjoyed. I don’t usually post fiction on the blog but I had fun writing it and liked the out come. I agree attraction is unexplainable and comes when we least expect it.

  7. I would definitely have participated in the conversation, and because I’m an eternal romantic, after some out of body experiences, they would live happily ever after!

  8. An extraordinary conversation in so few words. Some depth can be read into it perhaps, but I think is meant to be a short, physical relationship, like ships passing, yet both will often look back and wonder.

    • Hi Claire.. you are probably correct about the interlude aspect. It don’t see the characters beyond the sunset, at least not today. You never know with a fiction writer what’s coming next.

  9. Yes, I had a moment like that and No, I didn’t pass it up. I believe in that thing called chemistry. It’s out there… As for your story, I would like them to end their word game, he takes her hand and they walk on the beach, asking each other questions about themselves. I imagine that they both find themselves very easy to talk to. The night then ends with him asking her if she would like to have dinner with him sometime. By the way, I enjoyed this story. You had me hanging on and looking forward to every word from the word game. I kind of played too.

    • Linda.. I am right there with you.. chemistry, when it comes and is felt, it’s damn hard to pass by. I like your suggestion for the next steps, it opens the door to possibilities.

  10. Loved this. I don’t think he is a player either…I think they have a connection that needs to be explored. Me? Never passed on a connection given the opportunity, but I probably should have passed on many! :-) My heart rules my head almost always.

  11. I think she should go for it, Brenda. After all, life’s too short and he has quite a way with words! Loved the story–continue it!

    • Maybe, Monica. I insanely started a new ‘bigger project, which is on the forefront of my mind these days. This post was just a mini break to give my mind a rest. Thanks for always stopping by, much appreciated.

  12. At the Rocky Horror Picture Show, I think I would almost burst a blood vessel yelling, “Risk it, risk it!” at that sign… We always regret the chances not taken.

    Assh, sunsets over the water. Maybe that’s why people on the East Coast cluster in cities… sunrise over the water is pretty, yes, but nothing beats watching the sun set into the ocean.

    • Bev.. I don’t know what she will do in the end, or he, as it stands now, they are two lonely people on the verge of something yet to be written.

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