Grandma leered at Brian who was having his backpack across his shoulders. She knew he wasn’t happy; the hostile looks on his face spelt it. Earlier she had pacified him by leading him to the garage to make a choice of car, which henceforth would be his car. He had seen a Chevrolet and Brian and Sia struck in his head, afterwards he had uncovered a certain car which was Ford.Grandma gave him the keys and he found his way to school.Starting school was his rebirth. He was going to plan his future in Miami- even if it wasn’t in Miami, somewhere else far from home; far from spite and accusation. Running away wasn’t his trick of avoiding Sia, it was his fate. They were never meant for each other and if really they were it was short lived. He perceived Sia would be spiting him on the streets, school and wherever his name was mentioned. The neighborhood was gullible and they would believe her hook line and sinker.
He was HIV and AIDS negative and when he got to know of my status he stuck around and loved me like a pro. He had the license to love and gave me same. I started seeing life afresh; a spring of gratitude and excellence came under my feet. Although we fell short of the grace of making children yet with him I had all the deficiencies of love. I am sorry to say we adopted your mom. We built this farm empire from scratch and on his death bed he left me a note; ‘true love; my purpose of existence.’ She brought out a torn creased piece of paper and showed Brian to behold the paper with his last words. “Recently I consulted the expertise of a diamond company. I want it in letterings of diamond which I’ll insure.”Brian snorted. “Bitter-sweet story you got there.”“Yes boy you know I was surprised to see you in my house. I knew your father protested against your coming because he’s
When grandma picked up the phone it was the voice of a police wanting to speak with Brian. She handed the phone over to Brian and it was about him returning to California for mandatory questioning.He was going to return upon grandma’s advice and nothing short of that. Hurriedly he put himself in order for his trip back home. He wanted to take Mr. Biscuit along but on the contrary he didn’t want grandma to be alone while he was away.It was later that day that it dawned on him to inform Sia about his trip to California for police interrogation, also to show off his new pet, Mr. Biscuit. He called on Mr. Biscuit and they dashed out to Sia’s flat, which was not too far from the apple orchard. When they sprinted to her apartment, she was nowhere to be found, neither she nor her man. Brian peeped into her apartment yet saw no sign of life in there.He resolved to return home when Mr. Biscuit squealed and Br
“You are not going to put it to me that I stole. I can only boast of a camera covering me bathing Sia and bathing with her when she threw up on me.”“Bathing Sia?” asked the police, looking confused and lost.“Or didn’t her parents tell you I washed their drunken daughter in the shower? Or they told you want you need to nail me down.”Inspector Fred sighed and shot a wary look at him, “I was never told that. They only mentioned you as a possible suspect since you were at the party and a close pal of Sia.”“Close pal- no, was I at the party- yes,” said Brian.“I want you to be frank with me. What led to her drunkenness? What did you witness that you would love to reveal, anything shady?”Brian initiated a long smile, “I don’t know if you want me to elaborate to you how th
Brian was tensed already in the interrogation room. Prior to his arrival at the police station, he had deleted all the messages and images linked to drugs from his Mexican boss, also removed all implicating content from his room. He had a clean cut and suited up, even when Sia and her mother ran into him they barely could recognized him. He was clean to the socks. Sia beamed with smile and wowed his tactics.The door creaked open and Inspector Fred walked in to have the seat opposite Brian. He examined his specimen for a few seconds, “Brian Rightman,” he called and scribbled on his pad.Brian’s heart raced like a ticking time bomb, as he struggled to keep a long face.“You were with Sia on the night of the party,” he said and gave a responsive look.“Yes I was favored to be selected by her in the game that came through,” he responded and tried not to lock eye
Ever since grandma gifted Brian the pet, Mr. Biscuit they had been no day they didn’t train at basketball court. As Brian busied himself with other kids at the court Mr. Biscuit sat at its spot and learnt some of the basketball tricks from top-notch players. Really it had learnt how to punch ball into the rim, using its forehead. Once Brian had thrown the ball at Mr. Biscuit and it thumped up with its head and dunged the ball into the rim- and it had missed the rim only but a few times. Days past, Mr. Biscuit had been the center of attraction; as it entertained onlookers and amassed gifts from loyalists.“I once had a smart dog as this,” said a sonorous cute voice that sounded like two waterfalls splashing on a rock. She was in her late twenties, average height with narrow hips and annoying bust that pressed on her blouse for escape, and dark short hair over dashing, please-kiss-me face. Brian had been noticing her for some days when he came ar
Sia had tried to subdue her moan for the past forty five minutes now and it wasn’t working because she was on cloud nine. She had clenched her hands to her bedspread, pulled it and willing to tear it apart as Brian buried his head between her convulsing legs, giving her cunnilingus. She smacked her lips, rolled out her tongue and wriggled over the bed in sweet-hurt ecstasy. When they thought their time together was going to be eternal then came a bashing knock on the door, “Sia! Sia! The voice yelled.Like the quenching noise of the train, came a pause to Sia’s moan as they both flinched from each other, pacing round the room confusedly unable to fathom what course of action to take because the window suddenly became stiff to open for him to escape as usual. They whispered on the next line of action since they were up a creek without a paddle.“Sia, are you alright?” the voice asked yet further and the handle on
Sia had tried to subdue her moan for the past forty five minutes now and it wasn’t working because she was on cloud nine. She had clenched her hands to her bedspread, pulled it and willing to tear it apart as Brian buried his head between her convulsing legs, giving her cunnilingus. She smacked her lips, rolled out her tongue and wriggled over the bed in sweet-hurt ecstasy. When they thought their time together was going to be eternal then came a bashing knock on the door, “Sia! Sia! The voice yelled.Like the quenching noise of the train, came a pause to Sia’s moan as they both flinched from each other, pacing round the room confusedly unable to fathom what course of action to take because the window suddenly became stiff to open for him to escape as usual. They whispered on the next line of action since they were up a creek without a paddle.“Sia, are you alright?” the voice asked yet further and the handle on