How the Cookie Crumbles: Episode 3

churchboy (60)in #story • 7 years ago

Welcome

What follows is a unique synthesis of thoughts from two completely different and independent individuals.

How the Cookie Crumbles is a collaborative work between @churchboy and @royalrose, exclusively published on Steemit.

This is the third part of the tale which @royalrose stopped writing at How the Cookie Crumbles Episode 2

I hope you have as much fun reading this as we are having writing it. Please follow the story.

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She was wrapped up in her thoughts that she didn't realise someone was standing in front of her. "Miss Aghadinuno?" he whispered, half an accusation and half a question. Her heart skipped a bit. Not many people knew her as Aghadinuno. While it is her name family name, her father decided to change what her children went by since he fell out with his brothers over a family dispute.

"Miss Ada Aghadinuno", he said again, looking down at her like a vulture. The tall man seemed sure that he had found the person for whom he was searching. She looked at him curiously. This man is not the person I was expecting, she thought.

He was a tall, lanky man dressed in suede corduroy pants and a jacket that had seen better days. His blue checkered shirt, on the other hand, was top quality and seemed new. From her knowledge of men's fashion during the days when she sold shirts, she would guess it was either a Balenciaga or T. M. Lewyn. Her mother always taught her that the best way to size up a man was from the quality and age of his footwear. His shoe was a tan Italian brogue of the highest quality she had ever seen. The toe had a lighter colour than the other sides and so well polished that you could almost see your reflection on it.

The rest of his dressing made the worn jacket seem out of place."Yes, how may I help you?" She asked. He smiled momentarily, a smile that did not reach his eyes, revealing a set of beautiful teeth.

"Yes. Would you come with me, please?"

She looked more closely at him. He wasn't just slim because it was his nature. His body was the form of wiry figure that one got from lots of strenuous physical activity. His hands revealed a set of veins that stood out almost above his taut skin. His chin seemed to have been chiselled out of mahogany, joined to a muscular neck. He was either military or ex-military or perhaps a gym instructor. Well, whoever he is, I'm not going anywhere with him, she thought.

"No, thank you," she replied.

Now, it's over to @royalrose.

Without asking my opinion, she would write the third part and post same within 24 hours. The end of the story is still unknown to both writers.