Andrea’s Revenge.

Hey everyone! So this post is a short story – something I did in response to a post on http://astoldbynono.wordpress.com/ titled So You Think You Can Think (3). The idea is the blogger gives the beginning or end of a story and you are to create the full story around it.
I’ve highlighted the part given by the blogger and left my half plain. Hope you enjoy it 🙂
P.S. Criticism is accepted too
P.P.S Be nice 🙂

His eyes fluttered open. The bright bolt of sunlight that flooded the room stung and he quickly closed them. He tried to move his hands towards his eyes to shield them but the pain he felt was excruciating. Some seconds, perhaps minutes passed and not so distant sounds of movement brought him back to the present. He knew he had to move. He had to get up. He had to open his eyes. Using every bout of strength left in him he pushed up from where he had been lying and he opened his eyes, wincing loudly as he did so.

“Good, you’re up.”
He stared at her face and for a few seconds could not remember her name…….
“Andrea,……..what the hell happened to me last night?”
She leaned on the doorjamb and laughed
“You took a beating, that’s what…….to think it wiped your memory” she giggled while walking over to the cooker.
Kene tried to straighten himself but reeled at the flood of memories from yesterday came in….
It was at the club, some bastard had cut in when he was dancing with Andrea. He would have been pleased, she was beautiful but the runt had the nerve to shove him while cutting in.
“Hey” he’d called and didn’t get an answer. He hated being ignored-really hated it. Grabbing the man by the shoulder he spun him around
“I said ‘hey'”. The first thing he noticed were the glasses. The man adjusted them and said
“I want a dance with the lady, is that too – ”
Kene punched him hard sending him to the floor….it was to be a warning for glasses-face to get the hell out of his way.
The man fell and while standing adjusted his glasses and smiled….it occured to Kene for a split-second that the smile was a warning of sorts, but all he could think of was smashing it off his face and make –
Before he could finish that thought a series of jabs to his torso surprised him and just as he was about to react, he felt himself going numb and everything went black.
He growled again more from the embarrassment than the pain,
‘I can’t believe it’, he thought to himself and frowned even more when he thought about the people watching
‘Oh man’
Andrea watched him for a while and with a little smirk said
“Come on Rocky, time for breakfast”

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3 comments

  1. Its not the size of the dog in the fight dat matters but the size of fight in the dog…… Kene learnt d hard way………Lmao…….

  2. I remember this SYTYCT. I liked this simple but brilliant ‘rendition’…

  3. don’t know how i’m just seeing these comments…..Thanks so much for reading guys. Glad you liked it

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