Notes from An Alien

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Friday Story Bazaar ~ Tale Eleven

The Woman of His Dreams

à la Aesop

Alexander M Zoltai
Dedicated to


He was sure he had her.

No doubt.

She was his.


That was what he thought…


This is what happened:

They met at the local Harvest Festival—danced the night away—lingered after everyone left the fairgrounds…

He persisted in what he wanted, she continually refused.

He pushed a little too hard, she escaped…

Weeks went by…

She contacted him.

He backed away.

She disappeared again.


We’re back to the beginning of this story:

He was sure he had her.

No doubt.

She was his.


Actually, he was hers and she was cultivating him for later interaction…


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