Okay, i have been too damned realistic for a while now. (Two posts actually, telling you about how short life is. It is actually....) But hey! this girl is ready to party again! Actually, If you love reading
short stories, then grab a drink girl.
Perfect Stranger is a dream. Literally. A girl had a
weird dream that is going to make you laugh (some people did) and wonder. Please drop your opinions. I am gunning to make a living (or some change) with writing. It is my passion and i would just love to
succeed with it. And i hope you succeed in everything you put your mind to.
Well, here goes..........
Perfect Stranger
I saw him coming. He walked beautifully. Erect. His arms swayed slightly and his broad chest heaved a bit. Perfect. I was with a couple of strange people. I did not know them but they were talking to me in a strange language that it seemed I understood
It took a while before I realized he was coming towards me. And he was smiling too. My heart beat began to thump wildly. Why was he coming to me? And the smile?
Why was I feeling excited, scared to death, thrilled and elated all at the same time?
“Hello,” he greeted me with a bow of the head.
I noticed his complexion was slightly lighter than I had assumed. It was the colour of milk chocolate; rich light brown. His dark hair was close shaven and well groomed.
As he looked at me, I felt I could get lost in his dark eyes. He was more handsome than any man I had ever seen.
“I…., “my voice eluded me. It was so unsteady that you would think I was a stammerer. I wanted to slap the life out of that thing called ‘my voice’ for failing me at such a crucial moment. The man must be thinking that I was some naïve lady. Maybe even desperate.
“I want to hear you say your name beautiful one,” he said in a husky baritone and flashed me one of those his breathtaking smiles.
“I don’t tell strangers my name.” I must have sounded like my neighbor’s seven year old daughter. I could just picture her saying that to some strange looking man at the gate.
“Let me hear it. My name is Firam.”
“
Lisa.” I wondered why I was standing there in the first place.
“You know Lisa, I know you but you don’t know me. Beautiful Lisa, I know you very well.”
He stood there, as confident as a god, his eyes starring intently at me.
“How is that?” I asked trying to keep my legs from shaking violently.
He laughed. “
Look at me Lisa. Not with your eyes but with your heart and soul. Look at me Lisa. Look at me Lisa!” His voice became harsh with the last words. I was visibly shaken.
I turned my back on him and started walking away. I walked as fast as my legs would carry me though at a point, I wished I was my younger brother’s pigeon who could fly. I didn’t exactly like that pigeon but I really wished I was it.
“Lisa, we are
betrothed!” He
shouted after me.
I stopped. It took me several seconds to remember the meaning of the word ‘betrothed’.
What was even weirder was a complete stranger; forget the fact that he was gorgeous, in the middle of nowhere would decide to tell me that he was betrothed to me.
Believe me, I wasn’t betrothed to anyone. I didn’t even have a boyfriend. I hoped that one day, I would find a handsome man that owned an expensive car and a grand house, who would sweep me off my feet and make me a very happy woman.
Yes, the man behind me was handsome but I didn’t see any car in sight and…..
His touch jarred me out of my thoughts. I jumped and nearly fell but he held me and whirled me round to face him.
“Lisa,” his voice was a whisper, “You are my life, my love and my happiness. You know I would give you anything you want. Just name it and it’s yours.”
“Who are you?” I managed to ask
"Your life, your love and your happiness," he said and lowered his head. He wanted to kiss me! How romantic! Just like in the movies. But why should a grown woman like me kiss a strange man with a name as weird as Firam?
Ahh! I shouted and pushed the hunk of a man whose name was Firam in a very un ladylike manner and started running to the rather exaggerated surprise of the people around. I ran wildly, screaming as loud as I could.
All of a sudden, I saw myself running to the bathroom of the house down the small hallway, screaming the house down. I was in my nightgown.
Thats it!! (Yep, it's Lisa again)
Lily Johnson
