*RING RING*
"Hell-"
"I'm busy. I can't pick you up today. Get yourself home safely this time," he hung up abruptly. It was my father.
You had told me to inform you if this happened again, but I didn't want to bother you, so I decided to take a cab. However, before I could do anything, you were already there, right in front of me in your car.
"Come on, hop in," you urged.
I stood there in shock and confusion.
"Your dad is not coming today. Come on," you reassured me.
"But how did you-" I began to ask.
"I have sources," you winked, cutting me off.
"Now, come," you called out again, and I obediently followed your instructions.
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Serein |Completed|
Short StoryPetrichor (n.) the smell of earth after rain. You were like rain to my dry earth. now you left and blessed me with petrichor. Started: 7/05/2023 Completed: 24/05/2023
