A Story by Richard
Hi guys, my name is Richard E. Henry, i'm eighteen years old and I attend the University of Lagos studying Political Science. I'm just a boring guy that thinks he can write and I hope you guys like my work.
Quite intriguing this one
Travis, my cousin, taught me to cheat at cards.
The day he taught me his tricks was the day I realized three very important things.
One; Travis never really beat me at any one for the over two hundred games we've played. Indirectly that meant that I was never truly a loser.
Two; I realized that the reason why he always fancied wearing either one of his two long sleeved sweat shirts (especially the blue one) whenever we had a game scheduled was that he had tricks up his sleeves. Literally.
Three; Never trust anyone.
Number three is more of a truth than a realization. It has become a mantra for me these past few years. That's why when I found out that
Felicia was cheating on me, I wasn't really surprised.
If my cousin could cheat at cards, then Felicia could give that ugly dude from Grand Avenue head.
'Felicia gave me fellatio.'
That was what he said; right before I punched him right in his nonsensical excuse for a face. The words were cool though, they were memorable, and they also kind of rhymed.
Felicia gave me Fellatio. Sounds like a hit song from the 80's (I feel the 80's were sexist). I like most of the songs from that period.
I also liked the surprise on Grand Avenue dude's face. The punch caught him clean on the nose, followed by a sickening crunch; I must have broken it.
I didn't care. I left him on the bathroom floor of the cinema, sneezing out liquid red. The Ozone cleaning staff might have to add blood to the list of things needed to be cleaned up; asides from the yellow of spilled urine of course.
He didn't know her and i were dating. I knew he didn't know. But that did not stop me from fucking up his already fucked up face. Why? Because of respect. He'll never be able to say he fucked my girl and got away with it.
Respect in these ends is key.
I re-enter the viewing room where our movie was showing. I navigated my way around, stepping on a few spilled popcorn, obstructing the views of a few people, and got in my seat just in time to catch my seat neighbour dipping fingers in my Pringles.
"Ole," I said. "So this how you steal food? Scavenger."
"No jare, I was just helping you remove a bug that fell in." Replied guilty seat neighbour.
"Or don't you trust me again?" She added, when I gave my signature grunt of disbelief.
At that, i sat down, and took a hearty sip from my coke.
"Of course i trust you Felicia." I said, putting my arms around her bare shoulders, pulling her in an embrace.
"Thanks hon." She replied, sinking deeper into my chest.
I smelled the infidelity on her shampoo.
No bother. Revenge is a cold dish. Travis isn't the only one with long sleeves.
I focused on the screen.
Mad max is a good movie.
End. Is anything going to happen to Felicia? give us your opinion in the comments.