Lifes' files

“…….may lead to forfeiture of damages.” I enter the space key. I see my phone ringing. No haste, no haze to pick it up. I look around, still, as though some burden is piling lots of weight on me.   My thoughts wander afar and wide. I peer into the dark, unperturbed, and relentlessly quashing a languor of love thoughts. A dozen thoughts flash past my arcane mind. I start to think what possibly could be an impetus behind the ardous call? An emergency? Oh, no. The hour is ungodly and the cold could nip at your nose – stepping out is not a good call. Danger often lurks in the dark. But Tess, a damsel I have known for the past few weeks can’t call just for the sake of it.   I am yet to unravel this impetiginous motivation. I am yet to finish hyping my keyboard. I need i t for my sustenance. Before, I key in a few more words, my phone lights again.   I slide it open as imperceptibly as possible. And with such emphatic fashion. My adrenalin is on the loose,...