Hi, guys! Long time no post (:P). Even this one is not recently written (writer’s block is torturous), it’s a piece written about more than a month ago. It’s a short story, I hope you guys like it. As always, I appreciate your comments. Happy Reading!
“I want to know you” he said.
“How are you planning to proceed?” She asked.
“Tell me about something that you like?” He quickly replied.
“What if I say I don’t like anything.”
He was startled and said after a pause, “You don’t?”
“I just said ‘what if’, doesn’t necessarily acts as an assertion of – I don’t like anything.” She answered.
“Hmm, what you don’t like then?”
“Umm, probably stupid conversations.” She said without adding – like this one.
“Oh-kay. You are the first one to say that.” He laughed a bit.
“And you are not the first one.” She replied without a hint of smile.
“Why are you so serious?” He enquired.
“I am not. I am just behaving normal. And you are not the first one to say that, again.” She sighed.
She thought, ‘why do people think talking sense is serious? And serious being the synonym of boring. Why can’t they understand that sense is funny, it is witty. Because as they say, you can know how smart a person is by what he/she laughs at…’
“WHAT?” He disrupted the litany of her thoughts.
“Nothing…” She started to get up from her chair in the coffee shop.
“Why are you leaving?” He enquired with a trace of confusion in his eyes.
“I just don’t think you have that much strength — ”
“I have all the strength a man can have” he interjected.
“You may have, but you don’t have the strength to know me.”
She asseverated and left.
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