Flickers Of Betrayal

The Book Store

    The bright morning sunlight beaming through my bedroom window and the fresh breeze of air blowing through my curtains wake me up at 7 AM in the morning. It's been 2 weeks since my encounter with Trevor and I haven't heard from him since. A beautiful saturday morning for relaxing and catching up with the latest news, with my busy schedule one barely keeps up with what's currently trending in the country.

   I grab my cell phone about to contact Rachel for our date later on in the evening; but my mind gets lost in thought, all of a sudden a picture of another woman comes to mind. Dark green eyes, long dark hair, I imagine myself talking to her as if been familiar with her for decades, I imagine myself walking with her in an empty and quiet road with a line of beautiful tulip tree's at dawn without a care in the world for tomorrow. How wrong it is to feel this way for my own friends daughter I must be losing my mind.

    *Phone rings*
"Hallo, morning Rachel"
"Morning Gordon how are you?"
"I'm okay and yourself?"
"I'm okay as well, just calling to make sure tonights plans are still on, I don't want a repeat of last time"
"No worries love, already made reservations"

     A date with Rachel to get my mind straight is exactly what I need; is what I think to myself as I go out for my weekend morning jog. After 25 minutes of jogging I decide to catch my breath (panting), while gulping the bottle of water in my hand, again I see her, across the road entering a book store I myself usually visit.
"La vile Books"
without a second thought I chase after her, blood rushing through my body I feel like a kid  again. To think even at this age I'd be getting flustered by a woman so young.

"Welcome to La vile Books sir, how can we help you"

"Well am looking for a certain book, would it be okay if I took a little look around for myself first"

"It's no problem at all"

I go shelf after shelf looking for her in the book store but she's nowhere to be seen. with a worried expression on my face I ask the book store owner if she saw a certain woman walk in 9 mins ago wearing a yellow dress.

"Are you talking about Miss Brooklyn?"

Gordon: "Yes Allison Brooklyn, Is her name"

Unknowingly right after spouting out those words I hear her voice behind me

"Hallo Professor Gordon, pleasure meeting you here"

   I turn my head and there she was holding Dean Daniel's book "The fall of King Zimbunda" in her hands with a pearl bracelet on her left arm. I wonder to myself why I even notice such trivial details about her, yet nothing about her escapes my eye.

"I never took you for a lover of strategic history war books Miss Brooklyn"

   I tell her as we make eye contact once more after 2 weeks of not gazing upon her magnificent beauty, still struck amazed as if not expecting her to look better than the last time I saw her. The outfit she wore, the way she tied her hair behind in a knot; she was perfect.
 
"It's so much you don't know about me professor"

"Well I'd like to learn"

"Is that so?" she asks with a lovely yet curious expression on her face.
"how does coffee sound?, meet me here tomorrow at this same hour"

"Is that a a date then?"

"No, I just want us to discuss boring strategic history books" she tells me as she walks right past me to check in with the librarian at the reception.

"Better than that you're holding" she tells me mockingly as she walks by.

I look down too see the book in my arms and it's an obscene explicit book am holding.

*Phone Rings*
"Hey Gordon"
"Hallo Rachel"
At this point am thinking to myself if Rachel senses it when I drown myself in the thoughts of miss Brooklyn and her presence because her timing with these phone calls everytime was impeccable.