Another Man

Another Man

A Story by YahYa Moolla
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Very short romantic piece. Inspired by personal experience.

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I stepped into the room. Dimly lit. Shallow surroundings suffocating me. I was not accustomed to these black dress fittings. So I walked through the crowd, feeling the hot gaze as i passed by. Burning into the back of my neck. For all i knew, Clark Kent stood hidden in the crowd, etching a burning hole through me. The crowd parted slightly, the density slowly faded. The lights seemed brighter. The suffocation ceased in an instant.


My heart beat. I was alive, but barely. The joy fluttered by. Fast. On the hands of another man. She stood there. Smiling. Laughing. That special glow emminating off of her. I stood, with a hand to my chest. I avoided her gaze as she looked at me, tilting her head ever so slightly to the left. Every impulse said look away, but my head turned and I smiled.


There i stood. In the most awkward position made available to me. I was alone. And so i stood there with a lopsided smile on my face. Watching the woman i had loved forever walk away. She walked away gracefully. On the hands of another man.



© 2011 YahYa Moolla


Author's Note

YahYa Moolla
This is one of my shortest pieces. I have been told it is quite powerful and perhaps I should develop it into something more. This is a possibility :) What do you think?

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Aw, this is a really sad piece:( I love how you describe how awkward the man is. It feels like he isn't even welcome in the room. I've felt that way before going to parties or bars where I don't normally attend, very awkward.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I thought this waorked brilliantly a the lenghth it is. Leaves much unexplained but I like that as I often writr stories like that myself. I think this particular story doesn't need any improvemnent but perhaps a different dtory with the same characters or similiar.

Posted 13 Years Ago


So very pretty. I love it when a man (or a woman when the situation is reversed) can put an appreciation into words of the smallest things. Like, I have no idea if this makes sense, but how you describe her grace, and the tilt of her head? Very sweet.

In short, I feel the love. Nice piece!

Posted 13 Years Ago


ouch! I know this pain!

Posted 13 Years Ago



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