TWIST OF FATE

Will comfort ever fall in love? Will she continue to torment the men in his life? Let’s go.

“Commy, commy, commy, please wait for me.” I turned to look at the boy calling commy and saw a not-too-familiar face. He drew closer to greet me as if he had known me all his life. Pleasant, approachable, polite courteous. Well, I had no choice but to greet him calmly, thoughtfully. I had to ask him the question, “who is Commy?” “You are, aren’t you called comfort?” “Oh! That’s interesting. No one has ever called me pet names like commy.” I smiled at him. “And why were you calling me, Mr. Loiter,” I twisted my tongue like a Briton, to which he started to laugh. “Oh no be serious.” He said. He was walking to the library without him knowing. I was going there and I kept on while he followed suit. I asked about him, almost anything I could, till we reached the library. Andrew was a final year student s