1-minute Story #1: Confusion

He says, "I want to live. But I don't want to kill you either."

You give it a thought for a moment with an objective to produce an answer, just to realise later that your mind is helter skelter.

I say, "If you refuse help, you're committing suicide!"

He says, "It's not suicide when you're already dying..." with his back towards me. 

And those words... those words.. They are ringing in my ears. Consciously vivid. 

And I thought, "He knows what he wants."

The ground I'm stepping on is paper thin. I probably looked unsystematic but I am less concerned about approval of others. 

"You're one of us now.", whispers I hear. 

I mouthed, "Who is 'us'?"

I let my eyes wander and I knew...

When I light up a candle...

As I slide into Harrods, as expected, you were there

You caught me looking, every vein in me felt aware

The store was full, but in a second, they vanished in thin air

Ever so charming, you reminded me of the late Fred Astaire.

I traced your physique with my dancing eyes, hoping you would notice

Tall, dark and handsome with your skinny tie, accompanied by your Armani suit

My body escalated into tingles, you positioned me into a candy-coated hypnosis

With a resonant deep voice you said, "Hey.", I quivered and went mute.

I twirled my invisible split-ends; I figured it was hardly a mortal sin

The benevolent touch of your hand was like Chardonnay, it made my head spin

You know how to work up my appetite, accompanied by tonic and gin

You said your name was Gerard, and then my alarm ring…

©Sher™