#Afictionalstory

My eyes scroll through a pile of pages, each examined with less scrutiny. The third, trying to send in a report, minutes before I lose my focus to a text from a friend who is getting closer than my auntie Ritah.

I have plenty of acquaintances, but never anyone close. I find myself escaping the close lope. The next thing I knew, I ask, “What have you been up to?”. That’s if I happened to bump into one of them.

Something that is quite okay because we get busy.

“Are you here?”, ” Are you here?” is being brought to my attention. My mind is under a case that is taking monumental precedence. “Pardon me, please!” awakening. “Which Island?” mocked to understanding…

“In an ocean about to drown.” Humorously declared to jump the imaginary trap that would pour every unprocessed thought provoked by a colleague whose curiosity is always thirsty for an open mind.

©Joeln