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Happy New Year everyone!!

This year, I’ll be publishing a good number of flash fiction, a genre I have always found fascinating. And for starters, I am introducing “Daughters of Eve” – A story I entered for the JB Afenfia Flash Fiction Contest. Daughters of Eve was the 3rd runner-up out of 125 entries. I really hope you enjoy reading it. And of course, your feedback is always appreciated.

It happened last night. It was one of those Friday nights when my friends and I decided to have a few drinks over plates of pepper soup, and if we were lucky, get some feminine company for the rest of the night.

The latter only applied to Ken and Ayomide, however. I was the shy and reticent one who didn’t seem to have the “bad boy” blood in him.

My friends had quickly swung into party mode when we got to Smiths Bar. They always did. One look at them and I was convinced they were set to take their escapades up a notch.

“Hey Obi! How’s it going?” Ayomide said. He and Ken already had two scantily clad ladies giggling sheepishly on either side of both of them by the time I returned from the Gents. I couldn’t help but wonder how they managed to do this all the time. We had barely been there for thirty minutes.

I had taken myself to an obscure section of the party where I could nurse my aloneness in peace.

As Davido’s “Fall” blared from the speakers, I took a sip of my Hennessy and bobbed my head to the music.

“…banana fall on you…prada fall on you…”  The music had me wishing a really pretty babe would simply fall on me when she walked in.

All of 5ft 10 inches, her catwalk was unforced. She looked at me and strutted my way, all the while flashing a disarming smile. I couldn’t believe my luck! Introverted guys like me lived for moments where we didn’t have to do the chasing when we found ourselves around the opposite sex.

We liked bold girls who weren’t afraid to let us know they wanted us, and this one looked like she had never encountered the word “Shy” before.

I stood up to welcome her while imagining what she’d smell like when we shared that inevitable hug.

I must have been frozen in time because, by the time I came round, I was looking at the posterior of my mystery woman.

I had thought I was the only one in that corner, but now as she shared a smooch with her lover, and I rued the fact that she had a man already, their stare caught mine.

Two daughters of Eve.