Short story: Love is odd

Funny how emotion leaps out from the ridiculous, how it falls out unexpectedly. I fell in love in biology class, because no one could slice up a sheep’s eye like Shakti. I watched entranced as her deft brown hands worked without hesitation, her gaze steady, she didn’t flinch. She didn’t squeal like a lot of the girls did. Instead subtler emotions played across her face: the slight furrow of concentration, a twitch of sadness at the corner of her mouth, a pout of determination.

We only shared Biology for a few weeks, while Mrs Short was off, then Shakti returned to being just a face in the halls. Except she wasn’t, she couldn’t ever be again.

The next time I saw her was at the school dance. Her hair was piled up with glitter, and she was trying to walk in stupid shoes, giggling with her friends and going to the toilets in a cluster of perfumed hysteria. I was wrong, I thought, she just the usual, pretty but dull. Then as some sneakily supped vodka (apparently hidden in the cistern of the girl’s toilets) did its thing, she kicked off the shoes and boogied in bare feet, that’s when I saw her again. Unfettered, unique. Now I knew she was the one, my destiny, I just had to find a way of proving that to her…

7 thoughts on “Short story: Love is odd

  1. interesting tale – and there is a certain ambiguity in the tale that leaves the reader wondering …. and this has a clear resonance of Lolita echoing along.

    Well written – particularly loved the first few lines – absolutely gripping and very melodic. 🙂

    Have a wonderful weekend 🙂

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  2. I liked this; I see it as the beginning of something great, Shakti looks as though she can shape up to be quite a character with a broad range of characteristics (which of course must have motivations).

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