don't talk to strangers

you can call me naive, but that's probably considered the nicer way of putting it. i still can't believe these things actually occur in real life. it always seemed like such a cliched scene from a book or movie. but then again, most fiction is based off reality isn't it?

it feels like reality has slapped me across the face and told me to get real.

well, advice heard and taken, reality.










she gingerly slid the book back in to place amongst the others, before gleefully pulling out the next volume in the series. this had been a long awaited moment. she fingered the paper edges slowly, taking the time to admire the pleasing cover art before opening to allow herself to be immersed in to the plot.

a figure approached,"excuse me" it said.

she looked up.

it smiled, "i'm not very familiar with this genre." and gestured towards the stoic shelves filled with gratifying manga. "any reccomendations?"

reccomendations? she lifted the book she had been engrossed in before it's interruptive appearance. "this is my favourite."

all it took was one response.

immediately it evolved into a monster. an intimidating monster with the capabilities to release infinite amounts of venom concieved from descriptions, exclamations and questions. constantly words were being thrown. all serving the purpose of prying further responses from her.

after an excessive amount of unnecessary one-sided conversation, it paused to catch it's breathe for a brief moment before continuing, "i know this nice dessert place near wynyard. i've been meaning to try it for ages now but haven't had the chance to go. would you care to join me?"

"sorry, my friends are waiting for me."

"well if we sneak out now, they'll never know. how about it?"

"no thank you."

"how about tomorrow? can i count on seeing you there at three?"

"i'm busy tomorrow."

"how about thursday?"

"sorry."

"oh... well, it was nice meeting you."

...and the monster hesitantly retreated.

she released a breathe she had not realised she had been holding in. she stared at it's retreating back, fearful it would change it's mind and return. it did not.

then after a moment of hesitation,

she promptly, fled.