THE ENIGMA OF FLORA GILBERT
When I was 15, I visited a chemist on my street to buy medication for my migraine. That's where I met a beautiful girl around my age. She had a lovely physique, and I was drawn to her. I wanted to approach her, thinking it would be great to befriend her and maybe even find out which school she attended. Who knows, we might have registered for the same WAEC lessons together.
As I struggled to muster the courage to speak, she beat me to it. "Hi, my name is Flora Gilbert. Nice meeting you," she said with a smile.
I quickly introduced myself as Bianca, returning the smile. There was no need for a handshake as she was already leaving the chemist while I was still waiting for my drugs.
As I walked home, I had an eerie feeling that someone was following me. I glanced around but the street was empty. Shrugging it off, I went home, took my meds, and went to bed. That night, I had a vivid dream that someone was strangling Flora. I woke up feeling disturbed and said my prayers. When I … 1 reply
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