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Henry had just about had enough of his neighbours. The two girls that recently moved in next door to him were nothing but trouble. They played loud music at all hours of the day, had a stream of never-ending visitors, and had noisy parties every weekend. He decided he was going to have a word with them, very soon.
He checked his inbox just before he left work. There was a new email from the online dating agency. He had only just decided to give online dating a go, after his friends teased him over his lack of dates for months. Now the agency had found him a suitable match! He responded to the message with enthusiasm. The lady was willing to meet up with him, lunch time tomorrow. He checked his diary and replied, stating a time and place to meet.
The next morning, she replied, giving him a description of what she would be wearing so that he would recognise her.
At lunch time, he took a seat at the table near the entrance of the coffee house, looking for a lady that matched the description in the email.
Five minutes later, a lady stood in front of him and remarked, “Oh God, not you?”
Henry’s face fell too; his date was one of his new neighbours.
Tolulope Popoola is a writer, blogger and lover of arts and literature. She recently quit her career in Accounting to become a full-time writer. She blogs at http://writingmystories.blogspot.com, and is the creator of the online fiction series, ‘In My Dreams It Was Simpler’. She also writes short stories, poems and magazine articles, and is currently working on a novel.
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I love Tolu Popoola. I really do. But the end of this piece is unforgivably predictable
Enjoyed the read. Well done. Looking forward to more.
Hehehe…A twist of fate. Nice one Tolu.
@chitzi
gud reading, perfect interpretation.
This piece is truly ironical. It is play, that takes u totally out of presumption,drags u into suspense, and offers u a wonderful surprise at the tail end i.e The tone, the mood, the pulse, and the cadence with which the reader is led, to climax, and the sudden drop; from that climax, with such a heavy thud, finally complements the play.
But specially, i love the swift scene switch btw the first two paragraphs; it’s a rare invention u can’t find in many works.
But, the piece requires a rework. Amend ur lexicon. Pls.
Otherwise, I love the piece.
Tolulope, beautiful beautiful work.
Well, he can go ahead and have that word with her. No time like the present, lol…
@ myne witman
true, a word with her, wouldn’t do any wrong. It could actually switch their opinions of each other, and forge a ‘click’ out of adversaries.
But then, such spoon feeding wouldn’t be necessary. Rather, the reader should yet be left dwindled amidst his further presumption of the play.
You can imagine!! Look at the bright side he can still have that word wit her!?