A Story written by Purityval
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The familiar fragrance wafted through her nose and just as she turned trying to know who was wearing it she heard his voice. Unmistaken, it was his. Her heart thumbed hard against her ribs as she felt goose bumps cover her skin. He’d told her to keep straight and not look at him but after all the while of thinking about him; she wasn’t going to allow that.
Having a look at his face had sent shivers down her spine. The feeling she had was unfamiliar, not one she could remember ever having. As he talked, her mind held a picture of him. She couldn’t hear a word of what he was saying being lost in the thought of him in her head.
As he walked around her she noticed he dropped a parcel in her cart. She called out to him but he’d disappeared through the goods shelves. Pushing her cart along, she walked fast to catch up with him but as she took the same bend he did, she couldn’t see him anymore. She looked around but he was gone.
Pushing her goods to the counter, she unpacked, paid and took her receipt heading out in quick strides. Outside, she surveyed but couldn’t see any sign of him.
Settled in the comfort of her car, she opened the parcel and dipped her hand in skeptically. She felt some thick papers with sharp edges before pulling them out.
The first picture has Bob in his car with his phone on his ear. The second had Gerald the company’s attorney stepping out from his car. The third had Gerald entering Bob’s car. The fourth Picture had Bob’s driver standing outside the vehicle and the car glasses gone dark.
She couldn’t make out anything from the pictures as she held them; deep in thought. Is he suspecting Bob? She asked herself. “No, that can’t be,” she muttered putting the pictures back into the envelope.
She was deep in thought as she drove back home trying to remember the words he’d said to her. She thought deep and hard but came out void. She tried to figure out the message he was trying to pass through with that; the pictures. Is he in any way trying to tell her that those two has something connected to what she was passing through? She scoffed at the thought. Even the mere thought of it made her laugh. If not for anything, those are the two men she can trust with her life though she was skeptical about everybody at that moment. They had been the pillar behind her in the company; their support has not wavered one bit. But, what is with those pictures?
She would have called her uncle immediately she got off the mall to inform him about the recent development but, after the last incident, she’d decided to keep any and every information to herself and she felt very comfortable with her decision.
Again her new found feeling was strange to her; nothing that she had felt before. He’d thrown himself before the bullet to save her life, so much of someone that everyone perceives to want her dead. She couldn’t explain the reaction she had when she heard his voice and saw his face. It wasn’t of fear, wasn’t a feeling of wanting to escape. Could she even describe it? She’d felt numb struck. She’d wanted to go into his arms. It would have felt safe for her. Those feelings, she had no words for them.
As she held out the last item she was unpacking into the kitchen cabinet, it struck her, the word St Agnes church. She remembered hearing him say that, but what he said afterwards she couldn’t remember. What’s with St Agnes Church? She asked rhetorically. Does he want to meet, if so why the church of all places?Closing the overhead cupboard, she walked off the kitchen and headed to her room.
To Be Continued…