In The Hollow Of His Hand
The lecturer had been talking for only thirty minutes but it seemed like three hours. I looked at my wristwatch… one hundred and fifty minutes to go. My eyes had already become heavy. I needed a distraction. Then, my phone vibrated.
I had received a message on Telegram. I checked it. It was an unknown number but since Dianne told me that Jake requested for my number, I assumed it was him. Perfect distraction.
“Hi Jake.” I replied.
“How did you know it was I?” He replied
“A simple guess.” I replied.
“That is impressive. Are you busy?” He asked.
“Kinda. I am in class.” I replied.
“Oh! I am sorry.” He typed.
“It’s fine. It is super boring.” I replied.
“Kindly beep me when you are done then; I would like to know all about the boring lecture.” He said.
“With pleasure. Later.” I replied.
“Later.” He replied.
By the time I dropped my phone, the sleep had disappeared. That was timely. Now I can focus.
“Beep!” I typed.
“Done?” He asked.
“Yes. How about we do a call instead cos I am walking to the hostel or are you busy at the moment?” I asked.
My phone began to ring. I picked up.
“Yeah…” I said.
“So about the boring lecture…” He began.
“Yes about that.” I replied and told him about the lecture…
“Sorry about that.” He said.
“Thank you” I responded.
“What do you do during your leisure time?” He asked.
“A lot of things” I answered.
“…Like?” He asked.
In the Hollow of His Hand continues…