Fiction – Nostalgia

Get out! Get out! Get outta my head and come into my life instead…..

‘One thing’ by One direction plays from the next room. She flashes through my mind. I have not thought about her in a long time. So why am I thinking about her now? I guess it’s the song. It has to be the song.

I stood towering over her, she probably escaped dwarfism but she was beautiful. I won’t say the kind of beauty in books and movies. It was uncanny. There was something about her. Her Calvin Klein bag was shoddy. It was spelt ‘Kalvin Klein’.

I had to send money to my sister. I just wanted to leave the bank for my hall. Oh! I forgot my pen.

“Please I need your pen” I said nicely

“Oookay, you can have it” she said after two minutes of searching her ‘designer bag’.

“You own a Bic pen!” I couldn’t hide my astonishment. She ignores me,tightens the band on her natural hair.

“Thank you” she muttered on returning her pen.

“So what can you say on gifting a Bic pen to my girlfriend?” I asked

“Well, I don’t know” she replied curtly

I was miffed. That was the end of our conversation but what struck me was that she waved on her way out. I was bewildered. Why was she impudent then? I will see her again….
I bought a pack of Bic pen to remind me of her. Two weeks later, I was using a Bic pen but the story behind it did not make sense any more. I felt a connection with the pen.

I know I will linger in her head because the way she stealthily stopped to catch a final glance outside the bank meant I left an impression.

I was not voted most handsome in my first year for nothing.

The evening breeze settled on me, rain committee were determined to make rain reign. I held my Bic pen, threw it away.

Get out! Get out! Get outta my head and come into my life instead …

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