An August Visitor

An August Visitor

Oh God… It’s him. This can’t be happening.

“Hi…”

That voice. Those eyes. They’re doing the same thing they’ve always done. Weaken me. They disarm. They pierce… Yet, somehow they comfort. They reassure. They make me feel safe. This is wrong. I can’t look at him. I quickly divert my gaze to the floor beneath me. This doesn’t make any sense. I’m shaken and afraid. In my own house.

“I’m sorry to just drop by like this… I would have called but… Well, you haven’t picked up in a year and a half so I didn’t think that would change.”

His eyes are unwavering. He won’t let me avoid them. I have to. I don’t want to, though. He is pulling me in. His skin lures my eyes, his voice caresses my ears… I don’t know what to do.

“Derin… Say something.”

This is why I didn’t pick up those calls. He turns me into this defenceless, helpless child. I feel lost. Yet, I want him to find me. Save me, maybe. As much as I ignored his calls, I still didn’t change my number. I continue to shift my gaze from floor to wall and back again. I think I might be muttering some gibberish. Or stammering. I’m not sure.

Thirty seconds ago, I was flipping through bridal magazines, filled with excitement over the prospects of the next phase of my life. From time to time, I stopped to admire my ring as I contemplated my good fortune. I had the love and commitment of a good man who wanted me to be his wife. Unfortunately, the man I am in love with and the one I am engaged to are not one and the same. The former is now standing in my hallway.

“Listen. I know you don’t want to see me right now. But you can’t expect me to hear you are getting married and stay away.”

He’s nervous. He does this when he’s nervous- just keeps talking, waiting for me to say something. Anything. He doesn’t understand that I really can’t. I can’t even try to speak because I’m afraid of what I will say. I’m afraid I’ll tell him how much I need him. I’m afraid I’ll confess that I think I’m making a terrible mistake and he’s the one I really want to be with. I’m afraid but I’m also ashamed. I’m ashamed that he still has this hold on me even though he was the one who chose to be with someone else. I’m stuck. I have to make a decision.

I look into his eyes. They plead. So does he.

“At least, let me in. Please.”

Next, he’s going to say we need to talk. Like he claimed we did the last time he showed up. That was about a year ago. Within minutes, our cravings had annihilated my inhibitions. The man who left me for his secretary was in my bed and I wanted him there. The only talking that took place that night was me whispering his name in ecstasy until the sun rose. By the time I woke up, he was gone. The emptiness I felt that morning was the most hopeless feeling I have ever experienced. I made up my mind never to let that happen again.

“Derin, please. We should talk.”

I step aside.

“Thank you.”

He smiles. Sweetly, seductively, ominously. He walks in.

I should know better.



18 thoughts on “An August Visitor” by Funmi-F (@Funmi-F)

  1. Oh wow… Thanks for letting my entry through… At first I was a bit worried about whether the editors would agree with my own take on making choices but I’m happy they did. I have a question, though. @Admin, how do I space out the paragraphs? I have a bit of a pet peeve for making things easy to read and having it all shrunk together like this doesn’t look so good. I tried to write it like that but when I submit it, the spaces disappear. Help! lol

    1. Hello Funmi-F,

      It should be enough to hit the {Enter} key just after each line to create a space between paragraphs.

      But I’ve edited your story so that the spaces between paragraphs are now more evident. (I’ve also done this for other stories as well.)

  2. A good story. I hope she realizes that who wants to marry her might actually be more important than who she thinks she loves.

    Nice write. Enjoyed reading.

  3. This is really when very good story.. i like the way you tell it…It is rare..

    For the spacing, i always ‘space’ my write-ups after ‘pasting’. Try it, it works.

  4. @Admin… I do hit enter… The spaces just disappear after I paste them into the submission page. Even when I try to space them out afterwards like @Ukamaka Olisakwe suggested, by the time it goes through, it’s all shrunken together again when I go back to check it. Thanks for helping, anyway. I’ll try Ukamaka’s suggestion next time. :)

    1. Always try and preview immediately after submitting. That way if it doesn’t come how you want it to, you go back and edit immediately. Nice story again.

  5. She really should know better….. Nice story. Miss Funmi-F, I’m starting to think your brain is weirdly channelling stuff from mine.. was going to write something like this a while ago..only it was to be a girl seducing the guy.

    Very nice. Has nothing to do elections but the choices theme is loud and clear.

  6. @FUNMI-F, THOUGH THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE ELECTION, IT WAS GOOD AND I ENJOYED IT BIG TIME…WELL DONE …BUT SHE SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BETTER…

    I LIKED THE SHORT DIRECT SENTENCES , MAKES FOR AN EASY AND COMFORTABLE READ…WELL DONE

    THAT SPACING THING HAS KILLED MY POEMS MORE THAN ONCE… I SPACE AND SPACE ONLY TO COME BACK TO DO THE SAME…

    1. Yeah… I didn’t want to go all political so I stuck with the theme of making choices instead.

      FINALLY… SOMEONE KNOWS WHAT I MEAN ABOUT THE SPACES. It’s like Naija stories is haunted and some poltergeist comes and moves your spaces after you’re done… LOL.

  7. This is subtly related to the elections o! How? Well, if we make the bride-to-be symbolize the electorates, her fiance symbolize a credible candidate & her prodigal lover symbolize a selfish contestant. Nonetheless, I would’ve prefered this story better if it had synched with politics as well as it synches with making choices. Finally shaa, I hail your courage in writing from this angle. *winks* (Please remember to comment on THE NEO-JUJU o! Thanks! *winks*)

    1. Wow… That’s an interesting way of seeing the characters. I chose not to wirte about politics because I couldn;t do it without penning an opinion piece, instead of fiction. I sat down to write a story and this is what came. Thanks for complimenting my courage even though I’m not quite sure why you think courage was needed to write this, lol. For your interesting take on my story, I’ll definitely check your out.

  8. @FUNMI-F, I THINK I KNOW WHO SENDS THE PHANTOM TO EAT UP THE SPACES…I THINK @RAYMOND MAY KNOW SOMETHING ABOUT IT…ASK HIM LOLZ

    1. @xikay….how come you know ..? dont think trust you too, let’s ask you first.

      1. don’t think we can trust you too

  9. very nice story Funmi, really enjoyed reading…

  10. Lovely lovely story Funmi. I think I am really into this because I have a penchant for simple, direct writing too and I go head over heels when I see such stories.

    You’ve sure got talent.Keep working at it and it will definitely shine through.

    Well done!!!

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