She sipped her tea and fondled the surface of the cup lost in thoughts. Emma was thinking about Sam's proposition. She took one more sip from the mug and placed it on the stool beside her. She stretched herself on her largest sofa wrapping herself in a shawl her mother had given her. She pondered more on the proposition debating with her inner subconscious whether to accept the offer or not. She knew what accepting the offer Sam had proposed to her meant. She turned to the right, facing the blank wall while adjusting her shawl. She couldn't stop thinking about Sam's offer and asked herself severally whether to accept the offer or not. Meanwhile, Emma had been taking online courses in the quest to complete her education. She had registered and began schooling months ago. She devoted a large chunk of her time to the studies because she is bent on achieving her goal. Emma thought that if she gives in to this proposition, it will either make or break her and she wasn't sure which
Sam had invited Emma for a little time_out at the beach that morning. It was a sunny day and before her shift that night, Emma felt she needed the time-out. Sam had ordered for some orange juice while they stretched themselves on the camp beds facing the sea. "So what's your take on this beach? " Sam asked her while directing the waiter towards her to hand her a glass of orange juice. "I like this place. " she replied collecting the glass of ice filled orange juice from the waiter. "You know" she said while taking a sip. "You are making Chicago quite eventful. " she told Sam who immediately smiled. "I am glad I am helping. " he replied placing his almost empty drink beside his camp bed. "There is so much to write about here. " she told Sam. "The ocean precisely. " she outlined. Emma could feel the effect of the sea breeze on her skin. "Well I brought you here to relax but it seems your senses have started to work already. Relax Emma. " Sam said with a smile. Emma gigg
NEW YORK CITY:"I will be there in an hour. " Judy said before hanging up the call. She just got a call from someone. She had an appointment by 10pm at Frankston eatery and it was already 9pm. Ever since Judy learnt that Fiona had left, she had been smiling lately to the astonishment of everyone around her. Her gestures changed and the neighbors could swear she greeted them for often. She had considered visiting Dr. Mathew to boast to him of how she took Fiona out of the picture without exercising any act of violence. Dr. Mathew wouldn't listen to you Judy. She told herself. She knew if she visited him for another therapy session, he will bore her with talks of exercise, forgiveness, yoga and rest. Dr. Mathew will then give her some dumb pills to swallow. To crown it all, he will advise her to let go of situations and people she couldn't control or is obsessed about. Who is Dr. Mathew to tell her how to live her life anyway she said deciding never to visit him again. She felt i
Mike cleaned the sweats dripping from his forehead with one hand as he moved the steering wheel with the other hand. He was driving to Sam's office that morning. He pulled the car in the parking lot and headed to Sam's office while adjusting the sleeve of his brown shirt. He smiled at the janitor and asked for directions to Sam's office and he was directed. Mike barged into Sam's office and Sam was shocked to see him. It was the early hours of the day. 9am to be precise. Sam immediately closed the open file before him and folded his arms across his chest. He began to wonder what made Mike barge into his office especially since their previous encounter wasn't friendly. "Why are you here? " Sam blurted hitting the nail on the head because he knew Mike didn't barge into his office that morning for a friendly reunion. "What are you still doing around Emma? " demanded Mike. Sam was taken aback by Mike's audacity as Mike stared directly into his eyes. "You barge into my office
Sam lifted up his head and saw Emma walking away. She was leaving the restaurant. He sat back on the arm chair without running after her as she had presumed. Emma walked away from Sam while he looked at her from a distance. He wanted to run to her, stop her and plead with her for his unexplainable behavior but he didn't shake a leg. Instead, he watched her walk away. The disturbing flashes he was having at that moment coupled with a feeling of lowliness made him unable to react and so, he sat back gazing at the eatery wall which was beginning to look blur to him. Sam's eyes were shut. He was still seating in the eatery. He pondered on Mike's visit earlier to his office and he began to fear what Emma might think when she learns about Natalie from Mike. He quickly got up and left the spot. "Why am I so mad? " Emma told herself in a low tune after walking away from Sam. She was pained that Sam failed to tell her what the matter was with him. Maybe he didn't trust her that much
"Judy! " Daniel the chef angrily called out. Judy was six years old then and had just ruined the kitchen table cloth will milk right after ruining the sheets. "You little bundle of mischief. " cried out Daniel while pulling her by her dress. "Let me go. " she kept screaming. "I won't. " barked the chef. Daniel was infuriated over Judy's consistent display of mischief around the house. In fact, he was fed up at the rate at which the little brat kept ruining things around. He had reported her severally to her mother but Mary will nod and say "I'll talk to that kid." Daniel was sure Mary never reprimanded Judy and he sometimes felt the girl needed some proper spanking or grounding but her parents were reluctant. "Why wound you ruin the table cloth? " he pointed out to her showing her the table right after he had dragged her by her dress to the kitchen. Judy chuckled and blurted "let me be. " then she began laughing really hard which Daniel the chef found demeaning. H
Emma picked her cell phone that had been ringing consistency for a minute now after a good thought. Sam had been calling her and she was mad at him for his behavior the other day. She wondered what his thoughts will be if she fails to answer his calls so she decided to answer. Knowing about Sam's bipolar and how emotional he could be, she picked the call to avoid further complications since she is bent on making him feel better lately. She reminded herself that he had been a good friend who always wanted to see her cheerful therefore, she can't afford to let him suffer. "Hello Sam!" she responded. "Can we meet at Frankston? " he suggested. "Sure. " she quickly replied as if she was waiting for him to ask. "Time? " he asked "7pm. " sharp she replied. At exactly 7pm, Sam was already seated in a brown suit with a white inner shirt. His white shoes were glowing as they always had. Emma smiled after recognizing him from behind. She adjusted her wristwatch while glancing at
"Sam! Sam! " Emma yelled while shaking him violently. Sam was having a nightmare and he was shaking and screaming like a victim of severe electric shock. He was shouting "Natalie. " while gasping for breath and Emma woke him up. "Sam listen to me." began Emma with her hands going up and down. "Can you hear me? " she said to his face as he stared at her blankly. "Calm down. " she comforted him. Sam had woken up already but his body was still shivering. His mouth was shaking and Emma could hear his teeth clattering. She quickly got out of bed, pulled the large sheet underneath his pillow and wrapped it around him. After switching on the lights, she went to get him a glass of water. "Here. " she said presenting the glass to him. Sam collected the glass and hurriedly gulped the water. He drank as if he had just concluded a marathon race. "Are you okay? " Emma asked again after ensuring he was now breathing moderately. Sam nodded and placed the glass on the little