We stopped nearby, seeking shelter under the cover of large trees, waiting for the rain to subside."Do you always speak so little?" you suddenly asked.
I shrugged. "I just don't know how to hold a conversation."
"Don't you have friends?" you inquired further.
"I suppose I'm not extroverted enough," I chuckled.
"Totally opposite," I heard you murmur, almost inaudibly.
I gave you a quizzical look, but you shook your head, dismissing it as nothing.
There was a comfortable silence between us until you decided to break it.
"So, what book have you been reading lately?" you asked.
"Huh?" I shifted my gaze towards you.
"You love reading, don't you?" you remarked.
"How do you know?" I had never read in front of you.
"I have my sources," you replied, a playful smile on your face.
What are these?
"You'll find out soon enough,"
you answered, addressing the unspoken question.
YOU ARE READING
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