Sinister: Ann Summer tasting

[Kenneth P Y Chu]

Hello..

Funny why suddenly at 3am with two major project to do before I go to bed, 
I want to tell a story on sinister...


On a cold, cold winter day, he was standing at the coach station, waiting 
for his bus to take him home.  Without a book or anything to read or do, he 
just stood there, watching the people around.

There are many people at the coach station, all doing their things: some 
sitting down, reading; some groups of friends chatting; some checking the 
time tables; some couples cudding, having romantic goodbye kisses - a 
contrast to him just there, standing, and watching it all.

Of course, there are other people on their own too, a couple of girls 
caught his eyes, one girl had a very distinct northern look about her, 
he was intriged to know what her accent sounds like, but, a coach drove 
pass, she got on, she was gone.

That was the last of his worries tho, as the girl that he really cannot 
keep his eyes away from was just standing there, patiently waiting.  He 
was moved, by the way she stood still with her overcoat, by the way her 
hair gently flowed in the wind.  If only she is travelling on the same 
coach, he hoped, although, what good is that going to do?

Coach after coach they came and went, then, the girl walked towards a 
coach, he looked, "Oxford" it said, that wasn't where he's going.  He 
sighed, turned away again to watch the children running around.

Moments later, another coach arrives, he looked, and indeed it was the 
right bus for him, then, he looked again, this time not on the right bus, 
but instead on his right, stood the girl.. she didn't get onto the Oxford 
bus, afterall.  He managed a glance at her ticket, and heavens!  She is 
going the same way as him.

He got onto the coach, taking the window seat, leaving a seat on the aisle 
free, just hoping that the rest of the seats will be filled and she will have 
no choice but to sit next to him.

The girl got onto the coach, walking along, she walked just passed his 
row, never mind.

Then, she took a glance at the coach, took a glance at the empty seat, 
took a glance at him, his heart is pounding, she sat down.  Is this the 
act of God?  She is right there next to him, he thinks, or, at least, 
tries.

Does this mean that she likes him?  The fact that she chose the seat 
after having thoughts?  Does she in fact have the same feeling towards 
him?  What can he do?  Talk to her?  About what?

He couldn't think of anything to do, so he just tried the wimpy technique 
of miming, she took off her overcoat, so, moments later, he done the same. 
Taking shy glances at her lovely face every now and again.  He doesn't know 
what else to do.

He decides to take out his notepad, maybe he can impress her with his 
super dooper creative writing, or just his handsome penmanship, and she 
would ask him questions, make comments, "chat him up".

5 mins later, he still couldn't think of a drop of ink to write about, 
so, he decides to throw in the towel, and do his geometry coursework instead.

Whilst indulging in his geometry, the girl shuffled around her bag, and 
taken out, a notepad!  What is this?  She began to also do her coursework, 
not in geometry tho, something with lots of writings in.  He thought about 
making a comment, to "chat her up", but, he didn't, he would only have 
made a fool out of himself.

So, the journey went on, an hour and a half doing geometry next to the 
girl of your dreams on a bus takes a long time, and his journey was 
about to end, he collected his notes into his bag, and tried to recollect 
his glances at the girl, so it'd stay in his mind, although that would only 
haunt him in bittersweet dreams.

The driver announced a scheduled stop before the terminal station, he 
took very little notice, as he wasn't stopping until the end.  Excuse me?  
He heard in a sweet voice.  He shook off his hallucinations.  Excuse me?  
He heard again, he turned his head, the girl was staring him straight in 
the eyes.

What did the driver say?  She asked.  He took a deep breath.  This bus is 
going to stop at Clifton before the terminal.  He replied.  His head 
spun like wildfire, she was actually speaking to him.  Was that a "chatting 
up"?  He doesn't know, should he carry on talking to her?  Or would that be 
rude?  Or is it rude to *not* to talk to her now?  He freezed to think, he 
managed the freeze bit.

Minutes later, the bus arrived at the terminal, she got off the bus, and so 
did he, left wondering, nothing but wondering, as per usual...



I don't know why I had to tell this boring story instead of doing my 
coursework, I'll probably do worse than I did for that geometry work 
now......

Coach times and Red Bulls
Ken
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