Unrequited Love

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Unrequited Love
Oh Janice, why are you here? I’ll let you rest, I’ll let you be.
Let me massage your weary feet, as you tell me where you have been.
You slept in ditches beneath hedgerows and counted stars to help you sleep.
You’ve travel through forests and barren deserts, while dreaming of my warmth.
You swam the Zambezi? – No! – I didn’t abandon you, look you are here now.
You cannot live without me and have travelled the world for my love.
Here let me make you chicken soup and then a soapy bath.
What now? Sorry, Janice, I never loved you.

29 responses to “Unrequited Love

  1. Seems like in relationships, there’s always one that cares more than the other. Poor Janice! 🙂

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  2. June Griffin

    You have given me my morning smile!

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  3. James,
    Okay. So I thought about this some more, and maybe Janice is a bit of a stalker who can’t let go, and the man is trying to be kind to her, rather than not a caring person. Hmm. I like this type of piece, where the thought process can go both ways! Good writing!

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  4. I’m amazed she keeps coming back to him! 🙂

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  5. Huh. I don’t know if he’s a jerk, or she’s a stalker, or both 🙂

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  6. I like this. It delineates the difference between ‘love’ and ‘being in love’ very starkly. Janice is romantically attracted to the unnamed, ungendered narrator, and this has driven her to great daring and great achievement. The narrator has clearly supported her emotionally and physically, but is too honest to say ‘I love you’ when that would be misunderstood.
    I love the way you use the single word ‘No!’ to tell us of the admiration that the narrator has for Janice’s achievement in swimming the Zambesi.

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    • I am pleased you were able to get so much out of this piece of flash fiction. I try my best to go beyond the picture and create alternative images in the reader’s mind. thank you for your comment.

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  7. The burden of being loved… but who wan’t to be taken in by pity… maybe he should have told her that a long time ago.

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  8. I’m not sure if actions speak louder than words here. So much care that looks like love – but then that abandonment thing…

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  9. Ultimately quite brutal. Poor girl.

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  10. O.o.. I did not expect the sweet talks turn bitter at last😃

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  11. Ooh, a bit of a kicker in the last line. Nice one!

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  12. Great story – love the way the epic love recital meets the down to earth reality with a crunch.

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  13. This is beautiful, reading it I was spellbound. Mind you, the last line was like a slap that shook me back into reality. Being stalked by someone who can’t take no for an answer is no fun. I’m a bit confused why he acts so kindly–maybe her determination tickles his vanity?

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  14. Oh, I like how you took us down the primrose path then let us fall into the abyss. Nicely done.

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  15. Love that switch in tone. With such a poetic, sweet opening and then that snap ending – terrific

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  16. Oh! I wonder who was more surprised–Janice, or me? Nicely done!

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  17. His kind attention to her makes his declaration at the end so abrupt and unexpected. Really like the flow of this piece.

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  18. A lot of plot in a few words. Well done.

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  19. Didn’t see the end coming but hence the title of the post. I enjoyed reading it.

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