Lost

“When did you know you were lost?” he asked.

“When did you know you were lost?” he asked.

“Who’s lost?” I snarled at him. Trying my best to cover up the fear building inside of me. Where the heck is Tamara? She’s supposed to meet me at the gate five hours ago.

“You. You’re lost dear,” he smiled. A malicious one.

“I’m not lost. I’m wandering in the city. Tourist can do that, right?” I sounded confident. Or, not?

“Wandering or not, you’re still lost. I’ve seen you here for more than 5 times in the last 2 hours,” he explained. “Where do you plan to go? I think I might help.”

All the warning button inside of me just went wild. I’m not supposed to talk to strangers, Tamara warned me but, where the hell is she? I looked up at the guy standing in front of me. He looks respectable enough with his sneakers, shorts and plain white tee. He has a clean cut, a trace of new growing hair above his lips and on his chin and a small scar above his right eyebrow.

“Did I pass your qualification miss?” he asked smiling.

“And why will I trust you? I don’t even know you,”I snapped back at him. My confidence at this moment is slowly tearing apart. I don’t like being alone in a city where everything is so different. Everything and everyone.

“And so is everyone here. And let me guess, your friend didn’t show up right?” he explained softly.

I was taken aback in the way he said those things. Do I really look like a lost bird in a big city? Did my almost tear-stricken face gave it all away. I know I’m not really a confident person, adventures to a new place with no one to guide me is a big NO for me. I only took this one-time leap of faith because I know that Tamara would be there at the gate– smiling and taking  me into her arms. She’s supposed to get me. I’m her friend.

“Hey, you don’t need to fear,” he consoled me. “Sometimes, it’s a good thing that we’re lost because it means that the world is not such a boring place to lived in. It’s a vast place to be explored and to be experienced.”

“No. You don’t have any idea what I’m feeling right now. Don’t lecture me about being lost or something, I really don’t –,”I blabbered out. I can’t control myself anymore. I can’t even control my tears.

“Issa!” a familiar voice from behind called me.

I turned around and saw Tamara there. Smiling.

“Where have you been? I’ve been wandering in this place for almost five hours now..” I certainly cannot control myself.

“I asked Tyrone to get you, he’s my younger brother,” she said pointing to the stranger at my back. “And I’m glad you’ve met him. I was a little worried when you didn’t show up three hours ago.”

I looked at him again. There he was smiling and all. I rolled my eyes. I’m not even lost.

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20 Comments

  1. Really liked this. Nice story. I could really feel her fear and her panic and her tension and then the relief at the end when the guy was her friend’s brother and not some random creepy stranger trying to get close to her for whatever nefarious reason. Nice tension buildup.

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    • Thank you very much! I really appreciate that you’ve felt the emotion that I want to portray. Thank you!

      Cheers,
      Geemolina

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  2. I definitely sympathized with the character’s fear and panic…all caused by misunderstanding and miscommunication.

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    • Thank you for the visit! :) I hope you enjoyed this piece! :)

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  3. Haha, that’s really cute. wonderful take on the prompt. It felt so real and relatable.

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    • Thank you for liking and relating to this one! 😀

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  4. Such a creative take on the prompt. I like this one!

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    • yay! I’m glad you like it! :) See yah around!

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  5. Ooh…I really liked the tension, wondering who that guy was. However, I might have had to slug Tamara and her brother for that one!

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    • Hahaha. Yeah, it sounds logical to do so. Thanks for the comment! :)

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  6. I especially liked this line: “My confidence at this moment is slowly tearing apart.” It really captures that feeling you get as anxiety takes over.

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    • Thank you very much! I’m glad that the feeling is really there. :)

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  7. I could feel her fear and her panic as she waited. Not a very nice trick for her friend’s brother to play on her though. :)

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    • Thank you! Yep. Tricky Tyrone indeed. :)

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  8. Great twist at the end! I was convinced he was a creep. Well done!

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    • Haha. Thank you very much! I hope Tyrone’s not a creep. Really. *winks*

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  9. I hope at least one of the characters punches Tyrone right where you’ve got the badge attached. What a horrible, creepy thing to do to your sister’s friend.

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    • Yay. I think I should make Issa a little bit stronger to punch Tyrone right at that moment. Tehe. Thank you very much!

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  10. I breathed a sigh of relief when it turned out to be her friend’s brother, but that wasn’t nice to have fun at her expense :)

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    • Yep. I really think Tyrone needs to think twice before playing a trick at Issa. Hehe

      Thank you for visiting! :)

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