The situation has been avoided before. Not this time. Trap! Just the two of us. We ordered tea and took a seat by the window. As mint steamed my cheeks, her mouth filled the air. Heavier with each word.
‘Anyway, you’re so quite,’ she took a sip. ‘Tell me something… Tell!’
‘Yea, I don’t wanna be a headline.’
My misunderstood answer got dismissed. This time round, I recognized the victim. Front Page Story: ‘His dirty laundry.’ She was so entertained by her mouth moving. Stick a sock in, it would not stop.
‘But Do Not say anything. Not to her,’ she giggled. ‘Imagine if you did!?’ laughing by now.
‘Don’t Tell?!’ Last time I heard the phrase was… back in primary school! The point, however, was always ‘Do Tell.’ An unconscious wish to stir up the boring days; A childish prayer to make a ‘girl’ cry. And, if you refused to participate:
‘Brace, brace, brace,’ back at you they ‘Bite!’
Finally. The girl did not stop for eighteen minutes. I kept a close eye on my watch. She took a sip and turned at me. I was baffled. Was she looking for a reaction? Maybe, a good story in return?
‘It’s nice outside…’
‘Yes,’ she turned her head for just a second. ‘Let’s hope your man don’t do it again. He did say…’
‘Hey! How are the girls?’ thankfully, a familiar voice. Just in time!
March 7th, 2013 at 14:15
Ha. I’ve had my encounters with a few of those.
March 7th, 2013 at 18:26
I must say, she was first of a kind since school days. I escaped it well before
March 7th, 2013 at 16:20
You have a unique way of telling, and withholding. Plus socks have featured two posts running now. Going for a hat-trick?
March 7th, 2013 at 18:24
Oh, you are right, I did. Well spotted
I wonder what else would go well there. Or maybe I ll make the next post all about socks socks socks and go for the hat-trick. 
March 7th, 2013 at 19:35
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March 7th, 2013 at 19:41
Spread the gossip
Thank you sooo… oh, so much for the nomination. We deserve it!
March 16th, 2013 at 01:58
Beautiful writing.