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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Drama / Human Interest
- Subject: Art / Music / Theater / Dance
- Published: 03/25/2014
Behind the scene.
Born 1989, F, from Lagos/Lagos, NigeriaThe show was on, the biggest fashion show ever, all the big names. She mounted the stage, they all just got excited. As usual, her skin glowing. Her white teeth hidden clenched only at the end of runway the flickers going, head raised and he was there. It was unusual for him to dress that way. It was not the regular fashion statements, instead it was the usual, formal, worn by gentlemen which he wasn't that was where he met her. She looked back and remembered after each painful word. He had come in, in this full lenght tux, high regular colar beige suit with an immaculate white shirt which could not be seen. Suit buttoned. She was impressed. A friend had told him about it. He was a doing great as an enterpreneur but she was fabulously rich. He came in just when she took off her lashes, her fabulous red weave, and ran the tap. When she turned to him, she felt like a fool.
"What are you doing here." She muttered.
"Nothing Tracy."
"I don't know you." She began but gently in her low deep, slightly husky voice.
"I know."
That was how it began. Years to come he became bigger and the bigger he became the less she was, looking to him like a fool, just like that dark patched hitherto waxy coloured face into desperating seeking deep dark eyes clear, and clear bright but African skin.
He was also a pastor and a demon needed to be excorcised. He spoke to her ears and to her heart, as the critique and then the devil.
That day she walked in with him.
The guy was waiting. He rushed in just like Jason had and cornered her. Desmond the budding journalist had been waiting for a chance. He saw her.
Her face looked flawless, perfect without the make up. He could not hold back. He wanted to kiss her.
She hesitated.
She went back to the man who made life miserable for her, because she could not get herself to do otherwise.
He tried to force her some other time but she gave him a slap and pushed him off. Her boyfriend came back.
He married her and then on. They hardly had romance, but when they did, they did.
Behind the scene.(Judy)
The show was on, the biggest fashion show ever, all the big names. She mounted the stage, they all just got excited. As usual, her skin glowing. Her white teeth hidden clenched only at the end of runway the flickers going, head raised and he was there. It was unusual for him to dress that way. It was not the regular fashion statements, instead it was the usual, formal, worn by gentlemen which he wasn't that was where he met her. She looked back and remembered after each painful word. He had come in, in this full lenght tux, high regular colar beige suit with an immaculate white shirt which could not be seen. Suit buttoned. She was impressed. A friend had told him about it. He was a doing great as an enterpreneur but she was fabulously rich. He came in just when she took off her lashes, her fabulous red weave, and ran the tap. When she turned to him, she felt like a fool.
"What are you doing here." She muttered.
"Nothing Tracy."
"I don't know you." She began but gently in her low deep, slightly husky voice.
"I know."
That was how it began. Years to come he became bigger and the bigger he became the less she was, looking to him like a fool, just like that dark patched hitherto waxy coloured face into desperating seeking deep dark eyes clear, and clear bright but African skin.
He was also a pastor and a demon needed to be excorcised. He spoke to her ears and to her heart, as the critique and then the devil.
That day she walked in with him.
The guy was waiting. He rushed in just like Jason had and cornered her. Desmond the budding journalist had been waiting for a chance. He saw her.
Her face looked flawless, perfect without the make up. He could not hold back. He wanted to kiss her.
She hesitated.
She went back to the man who made life miserable for her, because she could not get herself to do otherwise.
He tried to force her some other time but she gave him a slap and pushed him off. Her boyfriend came back.
He married her and then on. They hardly had romance, but when they did, they did.
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