Not a Love Story

It’s time for Friday Fictioneers, when writers from around the world post 100-word stories based on a photo prompt provided on Madison Woods’ blog. This week’s photo is by Jan Morrill. You can read other Friday Fictioneers’ work by clicking the link that appears below my story.

Not a Love Story

by Jan Brown

Lexi snaked through the alley, hoping no one would recognize her. She hoped no one would tell her father that she lingered in the alley at night, the cool white stucco against her unclad back. How could she explain to her family the yearnings she felt? Only Theo understood.

Theo was a man, not a feckless boy with fumbling hands. He knew her body and what it needed. Friends at school told her that Theo wanted to control her, taking wicked pleasure in sharing her. “There’s a difference between love and lust,” they said. But Lexi was lost to love, not knowing the difference.



42 thoughts on “Not a Love Story

    • Yes, it seems that the ego needs validation at all stages of life, and we delude ourselves about the attention we receive from others — their true intent, and our true feelings. Part of the human condition, I guess.

  1. Your title says it all–and your story tells it as it is: back alley, scuzzy man, naive young girl soon to be wise beyond her years (eternal cliche, like the phrases I’ve used to describe it).

  2. Dark and viscous like blood… this is a story of passion and love… Well done!
    Any plans on coming up with a longer version? I’d love to read more about Lexi and Theo!

  3. Yes, she is being exploited but it takes “two to tango.” She is experimenting with an older man. Let’s face it. If he’s that great a lover…I don’t envy the men who come after him.

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