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This is Going No Where

Updated on January 03, 2017
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Dean Traylor is a freelance writer and teacher. He was a former journalist who had worked on various community and college publications.


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The two stared at each other like star-crossed lovers. They searched for something to say to one another after their brief dialogue. Instead, they smiled and nervously chuckled at their attempts to keep the conversation going
The two stared at each other like star-crossed lovers. They searched for something to say to one another after their brief dialogue. Instead, they smiled and nervously chuckled at their attempts to keep the conversation going | Source

Two strangers met at a bar on stools next to one another. Even through the din of the loud music and revelers, the two stole a few glances at each other and were immediately attracted.

After finishing half of his beer, the man finally had the courage to break the tension between the two.

“So,” said the man smoothly.

“So,” said the woman with a wisp of a smile.

The two stared at each other like star-crossed lovers. They searched for something to say to one another after their brief dialogue. Instead, they smiled and nervously chuckled at their attempts to keep the conversation going. Finally, someone one broke the ice, again.

“I’m sorry,” the man said, believing that the woman was about to say something.

“No,” she said, quickly, “I’m sorry.”

Again, a nervous quiver of a laugh and a period of silence followed.

After finishing half of his beer, the man finally had the courage to break the tension between the two.
After finishing half of his beer, the man finally had the courage to break the tension between the two. | Source

“Um,” the man said, sheepishly.

“Yeah!” the woman replied. Her eyes lit up.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “Go ahead.”

“No,” she said. “You go ahead.”

“So,” he said, mustering some courage to continue speaking.

“So,” she said, also mustering some courage while hiding behind a smile.

Another uncomfortable silence ensued. They stared at each other, again before turning away and taking short swigs from their bottles of beer. The man’s heart beat like a jackhammer. Hers was doing the same. Yet, they didn’t look at one another until they had finished their beers. Then, the torture started again.

It started with a few side-long glances at one another. It was as if they had something to say to each other; something that would bring them together and end this strange little charade they were playing.

The wait came to an end.

“Well, I guess,” he said. A smile on her face broadened as he was about to finish his sentence. But, the man didn’t finished. He looked at her, slack-jawed.

“Well,” the man said as his hand and body started to shake.

The woman, sensing that something was about to happen, shot him an anticipated glance.

“Well, I guess,” he said. A smile on her face broadened as he was about to finish his sentence. But, the man didn’t finished. He looked at her, slack-jawed.

“I have to go,” he blurted out. That wasn’t what he wanted to say. Still, that was how it came out. He knew he had said the wrong thing and there was no point of resurrecting this fiasco.

“Oh,” the woman replied softly. “Well, it was nice meeting you.”

Her smile masked the disappointment lurking in her thoughts.

The man paid for his drink and left, looking back once for a brief time and then leaving out the door, knowing he blew it.

The woman watched him leave. Thinking to herself that she should’ve said something and not allow him to walk out on her for the rest of her life. But, just like that, it was over. It was a causal look of interest that went nowhere.

She stayed a while longer to finish her drink. Then, she paid her tab and left the scene, feeling emptier than when she had entered.

She stayed a while longer to finish her drink. Then, she paid her tab and left the scene, feeling emptier than when she had entered.
She stayed a while longer to finish her drink. Then, she paid her tab and left the scene, feeling emptier than when she had entered. | Source

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      John Hansen 3 weeks ago from Queensland Australia

      All too real, Dean. A missed moment.

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      Paula 3 weeks ago from Beautiful Upstate New York

      Dean.....Excellent! I see you know this scene intimately! Argh!! Short, "real" and all too common. I've lost count!!

      "Merry Christmas!" Peace, Paula

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