It was my third year in the university. I was among those who welcome freshmen to the campus when i caught sight of her.
I was at the café unwinding after a long day; she sat at across me distraught, willing an IPod to come to life.
“Those little techies do make our lives a hell”
“I am living through one at the moment”
6 pm, we were at the concert; she was on the stage swaying in delight to the harmony springing from my excited knuckles.
Thence, I knew I would play more songs to the rhythm of her swaying hips.
Hello there, this in celebration of Mrs Rochelle Wisoff-Fields who marks a year at the helms of managing the Fictioneers’ Cafe this week and every one who has been with her so far. You should read other interesting stories here
This is dedicated to a Friend whose pleasurable company I shared on the 19.10.2013
This has been made possible by the goodwill and fervent addiction of Rochellewisofffields and her creative gang of writers who converge weekly as the Friday Fictioneers. Click on her Link to read fabulous stories