Thursday, October 03, 2013

Flash Fiction - Old Flames

“I would like you to meet my fiancée, Gbemi.” Tony said by way of introduction. I had seen the lady when she walked into the hall on his arm. 

I smiled at her as I took the hand she offered. 

“Hello Gbemi. It’s lovely to meet you,” I said. 

“Same here,” she replied, also smiling. She was very beautiful, tall and slim, with an oval face and high cheekbones. “Tony has told me so much about you.” 

Has he now? I wondered, my heart beating faster. Did he tell her the whole truth about us? Our complicated history… 

I realised she was still talking. “Sorry we didn’t get a chance to talk at the engagement party, but I’m sure we’ll be seeing you at the wedding.” 

“Unfortunately, I can’t attend.” I said. “I’m relocating to South Africa in a few days’ time.” 

Tony’s face fell. “Really? For how long?” 

“I’ll be there for a year, at least.” I replied, fidgeting with my necklace. 

“Oh that’s a shame. I was hoping we could catch up afterwards, you know… all three of us… it will be just like old times…” 

This guy could not be serious. 

I cut him short, laughing nervously. “Noooo, that won’t be necessary. You’ll be newly-weds, I’m sure you won’t want a third wheel coming along.” 

Gbemi was about to say something when I spotted my date coming towards us with my drink. I seized my chance to escape. Intense memories were about to suffocate me. 

“I have to go now, congrats again on your upcoming marriage. I hope you have lots of beautiful kids!” 

I smiled at both of them and walked away quickly, hoping I sounded more confident than I felt. 

I put thoughts of Tony out of my head and moved on with my life. I told myself that I should be happy that he was getting married. After all, I was the one that broke up with him when things were getting too serious. 

I finalised my plans, travelled to South Africa, and buried myself in my work. Then, four months later I got his email saying his wedding had been cancelled.

(c) Tolulope Popoola 2013

15 comments:

  1. Babe,, I just typed an essay and it got deleted ;)

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    1. Awww :(

      Please type again....

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  2. So here's the comment again, as I remeber it..

    Babe, ;) this is why I don't visit your site. The Flash stories are usually too flash :) You real me in and dump me, wanting more, more. So what hapens next. Will there be a part 2 ;), or even another flash to join it ;) Milz you babe..

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    1. Awww thanks dear! I was thinking I would invite my readers to write a conclusion to the story. What do you think?

      Thanks dear, always great when you drop by my blog :)

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  3. Awwww now this is a dilemma now what will she do? And is he ready to start from where they stopped? I love it, looking forward to more

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    1. Thanks Ibifiri! What do you say to writing a conclusion? I'll love to know how you think the story ended :)

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  4. I have been following you since you were "favored girl" on blogger. i have to say i am impressed my your accomplishments. Your step of faith to stop accounting and start writing inspires me. I dont think I am quite there yet. :)

    i loved the flash fiction though

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    1. Awww, thank you Eniola. Your comment made me smile.

      Take that step of faith, you'll be glad you did.

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  5. Gotta love the way the universe works. Great realistic story if I've ever heard one. Thanks, and please keep them coming.

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  6. my first time here and i cant wait for the next post. great storyline.
    ezechimereuchenna.blogspot.com

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    1. Welcome Uchenna, thanks for dropping by!

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  7. Didn't know you write.Will be a regular visitor from now.I got to know u on Phat2slim lol.

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    1. Welcome Toun. Glad you dropped by!

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  8. may be i should reconsider my career path, you make writing seem fun tolu. keep it up!

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