Short Story: Obsession

She saw him from across the room and knew immediately. The bar was dark and the music pulsed in her ears, but she could see and hear with perfect clarity. Her attention was focused on the man who could only be described as a cowboy. He wore dark, tight blue jeans, a cream-colored Stetson, a checkered red flannel shirt, and large black cowboy boots. He had one leg hoisted up on the bar stool and was partially bent over trying to talk up one of the many bar floozies populating the joint at this time of night.

Melissa locked her gaze on the man who seemed oblivious towards her. She started to slowly strut towards him, oozing her feminine wiles. Many a head turned her way, but they were nothing to her. The crowd innately knew when to part to let her pass and then flow back together in her wake. In less than thirty high-heeled steps, she was in front of him and gazing upwards into his piercing blue eyes. He stopped talking to the woman in front of him and took Melissa in with his gaze. She did the same to him, but her eyes rested upon the belt buckle with the name in script. It said "Stewart". This was the one, she thought. After four previous "Stewart"s and a "Milton" who snuck in there somewhere, she finally found the one "Stewart" she could love forever and ever. It would work this time. So many years had gone by after the first one convinced her to tattoo his name into her hindquarters. So many failed relationships with men of similar moniker. They were losers, but this one, this lone cowboy, would be the one. The "One".

"Hello," she said. "My name is Velma" She never gave a man her real name in first meeting. He had to earn it.

"My name is Stew," he replied. Her expression quickly became one of sadness as she turned and walked away. Damn, she thought. He could have been the one... Click Here to Read More..