A Collection of Short Stories

The Indomie Man
Michael Ogah
times to fetch a forkful, and bringing it up to my mouth with his left palm underneath the
cutlery. The man is kind, and very careful. I note.
“From the very first day I saw you, I thought you were very decent.” He pauses as if to let
me take it in. “I had friends who told me they’d only like to fuck you, but I told them you
aren’t that type of girl. Because I want you for myself. And because I prefer to preserve their
idea of you” he says.
“And what idea was that?,” I wonder out aloud.
“That you are a church girl, virgin.”
“Thank you.” I respond meekly. “But you do know I am not a virgin, right?””
“I know,” he says without emotion, princing his fingers beneath my lip, picking a stray noodle
strand and putting it in his mouth. Aroused, I squirm in my seat. He has no squabbles
eating what falls from my mouth.
His spontaneity draws me under. I find his poise and manners irresistible.
When the meal is done, I thank him with genuine affection. Then I strap on my sandals
ready to head home.
“Please, don’t leave yet. Stay a while longer,” he pleads.
“I’m sorry, but I’ve got to get going. It’s kinda getting late”
“Ok,” he replies dejectedly but with understanding in his voice. “So when will I see you
again?”
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Tales from the Other Side