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SHORT STORY
54 | STORIZEN MAGAZINE JULY 2019
And it was not long before he
deduced that he was lusting
over something as simple as a
pair of ankle-strapped feet.
His sanity was trying to snap
him out of it, but he could not
stop staring.The pupils of his sapphire-
blue eyes dilated and his
breath hitched a little when he
realized that the feet were
walking towards him. Her
pedicured brown-painted toes
were sunk happily in the
carpet.He heard her ask, 'Coffee?'
He looked up at her bare
smiling face. Her eyebrows
were raised in question; her
eyes patient, waiting for a
mere nod or otherwise from
him.He had known the simple
woman standing in front of
him for nearly half a decade.He was a celebrated film
star; she was a writer. He
had been the typical good-
hearted playboy; she had
been the typical not-really-
interested-but-
compassionate smarty-
pants.Their worlds collided on a
professional note, which
developed melodiously into
a blooming friendship. He
adored her. She would
always pour her mind in
front of him – chattering,
blabbering and wandering
off into the world of her own
with her words. He admired
her. She would always be
the same voice, the calm
soul that she is, and would
always look out for everyone
around her. He respected
her.That moment, as he was
staring up at the woman’s