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Tales of ghosts
The phone rang countlessly, she didn't bother to pick it up. It was special day for her and she couldn't let anyone ruin it for her. She quickly put in her royal blue chiffon top and white jeans and her white Jordan boots. She needed one thing for the road, black shades.
She was feeling more than confident, the feeling was undeniable it was written all over her face. She was the true definition of beauty, perfection of womanhood and an eloquent speaker but beauty was not a part of her heart. It was not only ugly but darker than dark.
Getting in her navy blue Mercedes Benz, she drove at a supersonic speed to where she was to unleash havoc. She drove at St Mary's church.
Making a grand entrance was her perfection, drawing all and sundry's attention to no other but her. She sashayed proudly chewing barbarically just to irritate him.The audience was how she liked it, silent and attentive. She paused looked all round then smired then she halted a few steps away from the altar –six to be precise.
“Well,padre, pueblo mio, novios y novios os saludo en el nombre del Señor. Well. for a start my name is Rebecca Rae call me Becky but I didn't came all the way from Las Vegas to San Diego to say my name but to stop this wedding.”
She also loved the reaction of the audience, it was what kept her going on.
“It is not that I know of this man, oh , do I? Nop , I don't think so nor do I know about Agatha Bridgette, nop not at all.” She sniggered “Whom am I kidding, you see what this couple hide behind their masked faces is graver than the pits if hell, well I can't say much, I have to leave.”
She took a white hankie from her baby yellow sling bag then wiped the false tears off her cheeks
“Am sorry but you already started this Rebe–oh , sorry Becky, you have to end this, ” some one for the audience said. She liked the way her audience was curious of the hidden tales.
“Do you guys think so....?”She asked with a smile on her face. She took off her shades playing with them then sniggered,“Well it all started when........
To be continued.
© makinan
She was feeling more than confident, the feeling was undeniable it was written all over her face. She was the true definition of beauty, perfection of womanhood and an eloquent speaker but beauty was not a part of her heart. It was not only ugly but darker than dark.
Getting in her navy blue Mercedes Benz, she drove at a supersonic speed to where she was to unleash havoc. She drove at St Mary's church.
Making a grand entrance was her perfection, drawing all and sundry's attention to no other but her. She sashayed proudly chewing barbarically just to irritate him.The audience was how she liked it, silent and attentive. She paused looked all round then smired then she halted a few steps away from the altar –six to be precise.
“Well,padre, pueblo mio, novios y novios os saludo en el nombre del Señor. Well. for a start my name is Rebecca Rae call me Becky but I didn't came all the way from Las Vegas to San Diego to say my name but to stop this wedding.”
She also loved the reaction of the audience, it was what kept her going on.
“It is not that I know of this man, oh , do I? Nop , I don't think so nor do I know about Agatha Bridgette, nop not at all.” She sniggered “Whom am I kidding, you see what this couple hide behind their masked faces is graver than the pits if hell, well I can't say much, I have to leave.”
She took a white hankie from her baby yellow sling bag then wiped the false tears off her cheeks
“Am sorry but you already started this Rebe–oh , sorry Becky, you have to end this, ” some one for the audience said. She liked the way her audience was curious of the hidden tales.
“Do you guys think so....?”She asked with a smile on her face. She took off her shades playing with them then sniggered,“Well it all started when........
To be continued.
© makinan
