Remember when I told y'all to go vote for a friend who needed 5,000 votes to get her book, "Bounds" published. Well, if you can't remember, here's the link to the first chapter of her book as well as the link to vote for this book to get published. Thank you in advance for voting. She's an amazing writer and you would love Bounds.
Enough about Bounds, unto the reason you clicked this post. Well, Yemisi Erinle has decided to write a flash fiction series titled "Adventures of Black Coffee and Mocha" and guess what? Shes's posting this online for free on her blog. Yay!!! *victory dance*.
She has given me permission to post each episode in this series on my blog. I absolutely loved the first episode. It was short as expected but it had enough depth than some published books. Can't wait for the next episode. Here's the first episode. I hope you guys enjoy it like it i did.
|My fictional Greg...|
Greg is a dark-skinned, philosophical model who is the perfect gentleman… every naive girl’s worst nightmare. Thelma is an ambitious bad-ass combining school with running her own bistro....every unserious guy’s worst nightmare. Together they form a dynamic duo never failing to get caught up in one adventure or the other… especially when they don’t even try!!!
|My fictional Thelma..|
He only had fifteen seconds left till she figured out where he was.
Other girls probably wouldn’t find him out at the back seat of some other girl’s car, but she knew how to fish him out— she was smart like that.
But this girl whose car he was in… she was something else. It had been quite a while since he came across her type; and she had such an innocent face too… right before they got into the car. She flashed him a mischievous grin and tugged hard at his shirt right before she… frowned.
Greg followed her eyes only to see his worst fears materialized into frantic tapping against the window of the car. He rolled his eyes and opened the car door.
“Where have you been? Who is she?” Thelma said, giving him a once over.
“Hey… Thelma.” Greg said nervously through gritted teeth. “Meet…”
He couldn’t remember her name. He didn’t even remember if they had even taken the time to introduce themselves. They probably didn’t, because she didn’t seem to be offended.
“Its Nancy. My name is Nancy.” She said, flipping her long human hair weave and giving Thelma a haughty look.
Thelma was unfazed. Her eyes were on Greg, who was feeling a little uncomfortable being in this kind of awkward situation.
“What?” he had to ask.
“Your fly’s down.” She said impassively. Greg quickly pulled up his zip and glared at her.
“You didn’t do anything with her… did you?”
“Just a little over-the-clothes action… nothing t—”
“We’re leaving.” Thelma said, holding up a palm to interrupt him. “I didn’t take you clubbing with me so you could hook up with Nancy.”
Greg raised an eyebrow at her.
“These heels are killing me, and my dress is too short for me to be standing in the night air.”
Greg heaved a big sigh and got out of the car without speaking. He turned to give a furious Nancy and apologetic look. “Call me.”
Nancy narrowed her eyes “I don’t even have your number!!!”
Before Greg could reply Thelma had dragged him all the way to his car.
“Heard from some guys back there that she’d make you scratch and sniff.” Thelma said with a chuckle before Greg could express his annoyance. He stared at her, dumbfounded from shock.
“You can thank me tomorrow… you’re going with me on a date.”
“On a date?” Greg said, as he opened the car for Thelma to get in.
“Yeah… I’m going on a date with some dude tomorrow. I need you to help me assess him in case he’s a serial killer or something.”
The end...for now, lool.
Thanks for reading guys. Please share with all your friends.
P.S: The inspiration for this series, let's just say I know a thing or two about where she got her inspiration*winks*.