Today I was playing in the neighbourhood
* THUD* *OUCH*
I screamed in pain as a felt something hit my head.
"Sorry sorry sorry. Oh my god I'm so sorry" I heard a boy's voice.
He walked closer to me and held my forehead and checked for signs of bumps.
"Phew nothing much " he sighed.
"Aye what nothing? It paining ouchhh" I whined
" Oh no I'm sorry. Wait " he said and proceeded to massage my forehead gently.
"Come I'll take you to my house. My Amma will apply some balm" he said and tried to hold my hand.
" NO YOU ARE A STRANGER. MY MOM TOLD ME TO STAY AWAY FROM STRANGERS"
" Hey no I'm from *points to a house* that house. House no 1-2-401"
"Oh"
" I guess you are from house no 1-2-400?"
"Yes"
" Oh that means we are neighbours" he grins.
"See we are not strangers" he continued to speak.
" Now will you come to my house pleaseeee" he said stretching on the word please .
I smiled and nodded .
He picked the football with one hand
And held my hand with the other.
On the way towards his home I realised I didn't ask his name.
But before I could ask ,he asked for my name.
"My name is Emma" I replied
"My name is George " he responded
YOU ARE READING
In a parallel world
General FictionSometimes we wish we had something called parallel world where everything is just perfect - the people, the timing and the situation . Sometimes we wish you could re-live some moments over and over again,in contrary ,sometimes we would want to erase...
