This story was written by @TickTacFoe. I thoroughly enjoyed it the first time i read it! Hope you do too! 🙂 (Do forgive the errors. I didn’t want to tamper with the story as it has been posted on other sites. He wrote it in a rush 🙂 )

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Elle.
… Ding dong, ding dong…The loud, tingling bells of the alarm clock breaks the sweet early morning silence in Chike’s warm room. He was covered in a thick, blue superman duvet tossing around left to right in a fight, it was exactly 6.30am, and the alarm resounded over and over again under his pillow. He stretches left and stretches right, and after an epileptic, jerky stretch he finally opens his eyes, his heart was beating fast he woke up with chills and yawns loudly with mouth open wide. Chike reaches for the coffee mug, as the sweet fragrance of fried eggs hit his nose; it was coming from the next room, Ada’s room. he looks at his clock it was 6.38am already. There was something strange yet familiar about the day. As he switches on the radio it was his favourite song “Not the girl – Dare” and he realises that was the exact time the previous morning he switched on the radio and exactly same song was playing.

He sips his coffee as he tries had to remember the dream he had the previous night it was about a young girl named Elle, he has not met any “Elle” before, in the dream she was so beautiful, tall, dark and elegant, right in the middle of that thought Chike had a feeling his phone was going to ring and just as he predicted it rang immediately, he looked at the phone screen it was Joan his girlfriend just as he had guessed too. Picking up the phone he had the conversion already playing in his head, before she’d start any sentence Chike finished it in his head, he got distracted, he was uneasy and restless, his heart was beating so fast because he was trying to remember the end of the phone call conversation, he knew something was about to go wrong as Joan echoes “Hello…hello are you there, i told you, you never listen when i speak..It’s over between us…and I mean it this time, don’t ever call me again” and she hung up.

Those last sentences slapped Chike back into reality. It was then he remembered what was wrong with the end of the phone call, he was wondering what was going on, he wasn’t sure if it’s a dream or if it’s real, he ran straight to the television switched it on he was so sure it was going to be a breaking news on a Fatal plane crash in Lagos, just as he had thought it was a breaking news. He read along the news, word for word. Chike in absolute confusion went to the bathroom, as he was switching the shower on, great fear struck him about the day ahead, his fear grew bigger and bigger, goose pimples danced around on his dark, shiny skin, and his heart beat accelerated like the speed of a crazy okada. He tried so hard to figure out the cause of his fear but it wasn’t forth coming. After a restless bath he already knew what he was going to wear even before he opened the wardrobe, and as he had thought, he decided to wear his striped T-shirt his pair of dark blue jeans trouser. It was 7:05am he was running late for work, he rushed into the kitchen and grabbed two slices of bread and a half filled bottle of juice from the previous night, as he rushed straight to his car. Then he thought deeply, his mind was still not at rest he was afraid of the unknown, he switched on the radio as he already guessed it was Fela Kuti on Air. The street was decorated with Kids, smiling and singing in their colourful school uniforms, cars were honking loud and around, parents dragging their kids to school. It was a bright Wednesday morning. Chike looked at a passing school bus and on it was a sign “today is your day” those words meant more than words to him, he was so confused and distracted, and he was shivering. He zoomed pass another Big Billboard reading “save your live” the road was getting busier and busier. He was running late for work

He turned left into Chime Avenue it was a clear, newly constructed road, then on the radio was playing “Dangerously in love by Beyonce” his heart grew cold, that was Joan’s favourite song, he then replayed their last days together, how much fun they had, the pillow fights, how she danced in his room, her squeaky cry and all the good things about her. He just was not happy; He then stepped on the accelerator immediately as he zoomed into a speed of about 120km/h; he couldn’t take the torturing lyrics no more, his heart grew colder and colder. As he reached the radio with his left hand to turn the God damn torture off, facing down to find the power button and looking back up, just there and then right in front of him was a tall, beautiful, dark elegant lady. She was running across the road with her long artificial hair dancing across her face in tone with the breeze, her 6 inches high heeled shoe pinning hard and loud she was already half way across the road, Chike knew he was definitely going to knock her down he was fighting with his brakes, in great confusion and fear he pictured her wounded and bruised, it was vivid and real in his head, he immediately turned the wheels left and in great speed he hit the nearby culvert. Air bags stuffed his face the windscreen shattered into the air and like raindrop, sprinkled all over him, his legs were compressed, the pressure from the hit was intense, a metal rod pierced hard through his head and he passed out. There was great noise around, people gathered, the last thing he saw was the dark lady talking close to his face saying “can you hear me, my name is Elle…can you see my fingers” as she waved her fingers over his face, Chike’s eyes closed gently and he passed out.

…ding dong ding dong…it was ringing faintly in his head… The loud, tingling bells of the alarm clock breaks the sweet early morning silence in Chike’s warm room. He was covered in a thick, blue superman duvet tossing around left to right in a fight, it was exactly 6.30am, and the alarm resounded over and over again under his pillow. He stretches left and stretches right, and after an epileptic, jerky stretch he finally opens his eyes his heart was beating fast he woke up with chills and yawns loudly with mouth open wide…and he speedily looks at the calendar and it was 25th April 2010. It was all a dream, Chike had knocked down a young girl Elle April 25th 2009. As he smiled happily in relief as Elle cat walked into the room dressed in a skimpy red, transparent, lace night gown, she was so beautiful, carrying silver tray the sweet smell of breakfast covered the room, it was Fried eggs and bread with a cup of tea, as she placed the tray on the bedside drawer and kissed him gently and saying “happy one year anniversary” as they both chuckled and cuddled.
And immediately the phone rang and it was Joan Chike’s girlfriend, Chike picked the phone, talking croakily pretending to be sleepy as she says “sweet heart I’m at your door, i wanted to surprise you…Happy One year of surviving” and immediately he quickly hung up rushed Elle into the ware robe and rushed to the door…

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