the old flame is publishing a book
The author finds it ludicrous that the fear for an old flame still lingers in the crevices of her mind.
Oh, by the way, I'm finally going to publish. Perhaps after the interceding years when we're happily together with someone else we might look back at those old moments and laugh. If you've still got objections, now's the time to tell me. If not, forever hold your peace.
Karin looked at the incoming message on her mobile. She was cheesed off.
How many times has this boy (note: boy, not man) sought her out, only to irritate her with his eccentric (Victorian-like) mannerisms?
For nearly a year, he had stopped bothering her. And then, out of the blue, she received a call from him a few weeks back; he asked her out for coffee, but she declined as politely as she could (although her natural instinct was to hang up on him, which she did, but later called back to blame the lousy phone reception).
And then, it was usually before a major exam - or something of that equivalent - he had to make his presence known again by sending some grammatically-correct message, to update her (even if she has absolutely no interest) of the happenings in his life.
Sometimes, Karin couldn't help observing that it is him that is finding it hard to forget. Perhaps she has made a consistent effort to avoid the whole problem altogether, but lately, she has come to terms with the fact that she did have a brief relationship with this person.
She didn't mind if he wrote and published a book about his love life, detailing every aspect of it, as long as he could care to not mention her name at all. And so, she requested for anonymity. He replied,
It's already been done. The first edition has been burnt. You know this, don't you?
Karin couldn't be bothered if the first edition of his 'Perfect Storme' had been burnt. Perhaps he may not honour his word and choose to include her name all the same. That, was the worst-case scenario.
Still, she no longer cared if some random stranger might pick up his book and read his version of things. Such rumours can ruin one's reputation for a while, but not forever. And rumours are, after all, rumours. Stories are but stories. Who would know the truth, except for its primary actors? (And even then, this truth is often slanted and blurred.)
Karin no longer hoped that this would be the last time he would contact her.
All she could do now, was to make herself stronger, so that the next time he came round, she would not waver, not even a bit.
Oh, by the way, I'm finally going to publish. Perhaps after the interceding years when we're happily together with someone else we might look back at those old moments and laugh. If you've still got objections, now's the time to tell me. If not, forever hold your peace.
Karin looked at the incoming message on her mobile. She was cheesed off.
How many times has this boy (note: boy, not man) sought her out, only to irritate her with his eccentric (Victorian-like) mannerisms?
For nearly a year, he had stopped bothering her. And then, out of the blue, she received a call from him a few weeks back; he asked her out for coffee, but she declined as politely as she could (although her natural instinct was to hang up on him, which she did, but later called back to blame the lousy phone reception).
And then, it was usually before a major exam - or something of that equivalent - he had to make his presence known again by sending some grammatically-correct message, to update her (even if she has absolutely no interest) of the happenings in his life.
Sometimes, Karin couldn't help observing that it is him that is finding it hard to forget. Perhaps she has made a consistent effort to avoid the whole problem altogether, but lately, she has come to terms with the fact that she did have a brief relationship with this person.
She didn't mind if he wrote and published a book about his love life, detailing every aspect of it, as long as he could care to not mention her name at all. And so, she requested for anonymity. He replied,
It's already been done. The first edition has been burnt. You know this, don't you?
Karin couldn't be bothered if the first edition of his 'Perfect Storme' had been burnt. Perhaps he may not honour his word and choose to include her name all the same. That, was the worst-case scenario.
Still, she no longer cared if some random stranger might pick up his book and read his version of things. Such rumours can ruin one's reputation for a while, but not forever. And rumours are, after all, rumours. Stories are but stories. Who would know the truth, except for its primary actors? (And even then, this truth is often slanted and blurred.)
Karin no longer hoped that this would be the last time he would contact her.
All she could do now, was to make herself stronger, so that the next time he came round, she would not waver, not even a bit.