The Birth of Dystopia by Moser A. Q

Author:Moser, A. Q. [Moser, A. Q.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: AQ Moser
Published: 2015-01-30T16:00:00+00:00

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Up ahead on the sidewalk, a slouching teenager was heading our way. Billy snuggled close to us tensing up the whole time. Billy let out a sigh of relief as the teenager walked past us. May smiled at the display of panic, bordering on laughing out loud.

I could not believe Billy harboured such apprehension towards his loyal fans. I understood that the situation at the Firkin tavern could have gotten out of control but what was life if it was lived in fear of human interaction. Seeing someone else’s shortcoming had me reflect on the hit-and-run and how I dealt with it. I wanted to do the same. Seeing Billy act out made me realize that I was overreacting too.

“Joel?” a trim lady called from across the street, waving a hand in the air.

Caught off guard, I glimpsed over not recognizing the trim lady.

Crossing the street, the trim lady approached me eyeing me with curiosity. “Sorry is your name Joel?” Her curly blonde hair drifted to her eyes and she brushed it away.

“Yeah. Sorry but you look familiar.” I stumbled over my words. The trim lady resembled someone I knew but her name escaped me. “How are you?”

The trim lady reached out to hug me. “Great. It’s so nice to see you. You changed so little.” Her arms squeezed me around my neck, her hair curls draped across my face.

I embraced the trim lady in return, feeling her slim muscular body. I was glad to be recognized but at the same time I could not remember her name. It was an uncomfortable moment as I was trying hard to think how I knew her.

The trim lady released her hold, and extended her finger. “Aren’t you, Coax?” Her mouth trembled, ready to release a loud scream. She glowed with excitement at Billy’s presence.

Billy stepped back, refraining from running away. “Maybe?” he replied with an air of machismo, pausing to check out the trim lady’s reaction.

“Wow, it’s you Coax.” The trim lady saw beyond the low-key barrier put up by Billy.

Rolling her eyes, May could not believe at how shy Billy was playing it. She turned away looking for a distraction to stop her from bursting out laughing.

What was her name? Erin? No, Tamilla. Trim Tamilla from the old gym—the one that was out to achieve a childhood dream and compete at a fitness show. The lissome workouts always seemed to slim her up but at what cost. She started to feel uncomfortable about her muscular size. When she began to unravel mentally, she started acting all weird and then she disappeared from the gym. I never saw her again. I always wondered what happened to her.

“Can I get your autograph?” Tamilla implored Billy, fawning over the rock star.

Billy scrutinized Tamilla’s body checking her out on a personal ranking system. He smiled hungrily. “Sure.” He then scrambled for writing material within his pockets.

Tamilla smiled clapping her hands and anticipating her reward for the celebrity sighting.

“Sorry, no pen.” Billy innocently showed his empty palms.

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