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    Fling: A Short Story Collection
    Fling: A Short Story Collection
    Fling: A Short Story Collection
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    Fling: A Short Story Collection

    By M Koleosho

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    Fling is a collection of short stories centered around relationships and interactions that rarely turn out the way they should.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherM Koleosho
    Release dateFeb 22, 2012
    ISBN9781465868510
    Fling: A Short Story Collection
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    M Koleosho

    As a kid my imagination was molded by the likes of Enid Blyton and the heroes of Marvel and DC Comics. Fast forward to modern day, and it seems those books and characters had a stronger grip on me than I initially thought. Writing gives me the ability to delve into characters and worlds that would typically be closed off to me in my normal life. An Avid sports fan and music aficionado. I tend to gravitate towards anything that involves creativity. Of late photography seems to have piqued my interest also. I consider myself an expressionist. I write, take pictures and live for new experiences.

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      Book preview

      Fling - M Koleosho

      FLING: A Short Story Collection

      Mayowa Koleosho

      Copyright 2012 Mayowa Koleosho

      Smashwords Edition

      TABLE OF CONTENTS

      MY FIRST LOVE

      A DATE WITH DESTINY

      FLING

      TRAGIC LOVE

      DREA

      MY FIRST LOVE

      The first time we met was at a friend’s house fourteen years ago. I was a shy, nervous glassy eyed boy, who didn’t know much about the world. She was a bit older, wild, exotic and very well traveled. We were complete opposites.

      I still remember that encounter vividly; it was almost like a trance. She waltzed into the room, and everything stopped. There were a bunch of us in there, and every single eye was on her. She was mesmerizing, an attention grabber to say the least. It was almost like real life slowed down, a matrix like effect.

      We continued to ogle, barely breathing as we watched her every move. She spoke in a sound unlike any. It sent a rush through my body, a thrill I had never experienced until that very moment. Mind you, I was only eleven at this point. My brain could not properly interpret the emotions rushing through my body. All I know was that I loved it and wanted more….And then she was gone. Just like that the object of our fascination had left without as much as a ‘good bye’. That was my first taste of heartbreak, and I knew the other kids in the room felt that way too.

      For the next couple of years, life kicked in, and I pretty much forgot about that night. I never heard or saw the mysterious lady for a good while. She was pretty much a foregone thought, until that fateful day, the day love took a hold of me and refused to let go.

      ‘The day’ as I have aptly named it, will forever be etched in my mind. I constantly replay that moment, still laughing at my reaction. It’s when my life changed. The day I effectively morphed from boy to man.

      It was a very hot day. I was lying on my bed, bored with nothing to do. The radio was on the window sill, birds where chirping outside. That was when I heard it. It sounded so different, yet so familiar. That sweet melodic voice that transfixed me to the spot a few years back was back again. Could it really be her? She sounded so different, yet felt the same. I knew she was saying something meaningful, but I paid no attention to the words. Her voice was rapturous, taking me to new heights.

      And then, just like the last time she was gone yet again. Dashing out of my life as quickly as she had entered it; déjà vu perhaps, but this time I’d be damned if I let her go. I was hooked, and there was nothing going to stop me from finding this woman.

      The search was on! I remember going to school the next day, trying to find out more about her. Fortunately, or maybe unfortunately, I wasn’t the only one who had fallen for this intriguing lady. There was a whole bunch of us, and we maniacally craved for more. This was a period where cassettes were still the norm. CD’s were just becoming the acceptable means of listening to music, so tapes were the rage. We would scour the school looking for anyone with anything new from her. Then we’d have someone dub it on those tapes. It was serious business back then. Messing with a guy’s tape was like messing with his food. It was our only connection to her, and we cherished it intensely.

      As I grew older, my love for her grew stronger. My parents of course frowned upon it. They just couldn’t see the attraction. She was unruly, rowdy and unrefined.

      There were better things to invest my time in they thought. I wish I could break it to them the impact she had on my life. She allowed me to express myself better, opened me to a world I never thought existed. She thought me how to dress, how to carry myself and how to have a jolly good time. She imbibed in me a sense of self-worth and thought me how to pay attention to what people were saying, rather than what they were doing. The list goes on and on, I could go on for days about this woman’s effect on me. She’s done more good in my life than bad. The kid from Lagos was madly in love with the girl from Brooklyn and there was no one that could tell me otherwise. Love had found me, and in the most unexpected way.

      That was then, this is now.

      She was the drug, I was the addict. But now I’m sober and my love for her has waned tremendously. When did I start losing interest you might ask? Well probably about my first year in college. She had simply become too famous for her own good. She started messing with the big dogs. Guys who only wanted to use her to make money. They pimped her, and in turn she got ridiculously famous. Everywhere I went, she was there. Her looks started to change, and so did her voice. Complexity was

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