The Game Of Love, Ilee Coleman [most interesting books to read .txt] 📗
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“Yo! Who you coming to see
?”
Lolly chose to pick up the pace of his walk.
“Yo! You hear me talking to you
!”
Lolly knew he’d better keep walking because if he stops to
answer the question he would be emitting signals of
vulnerability. Much like predators zeroing in on wounded
prey, the hungry pack of neighborhood wolves can pick up
your scent a mile away. If you keep moving and say nothing
they may or may not see it as a sign of disrespect but
you’d have a fifty-fifty chance of making it to your
destination. It is a tough place to visit and certainly you
wouldn’t want to live here but for some people there is no
other alternative.
But what do you do when the one you love lives here? You
know her. The beautiful one with the natural curves that
feels so good when you caress her. She says all the right
things at the right time and is there for you when everyone
else turns their back. Would you go through hell to get to
her?
Of course you would.
You know deep down inside that you were meant to be
together despite what others think. For hours upon hours
you spend talking, rehearsing and trying to better your
relationship with her until the two of you become “one”.
Occasionally you see her conversating with others and in
your mind she is fraternizing with the enemy - especially
when you are monogamous.
Lolly is infatuated with her. He eats, sleeps and
breathes her. He knows that even if he has to take a
beating now in order to see her one more time it is well
worth the cost of band aids. Deep down he knows she loves
him too. She just has a funny way of showing it. See, she
is a lot older than Lolly and she has been around the block
a few times.
BeBe is what everyone calls her. Sometimes she uses other
aliases when dealing with strangers but for the most part
she is widely recognized as such. Is Lolly too enamored
with BeBe? Is she leading him astray? Remember, BeBe tells
him what he wants to hear – especially when they are alone.
His buddies sure think he’s wasting his time and they make
it a point to tell him often but it always falls on deaf
ears.
Lolly keeps moving. He hears voices getting closer. He
knows that the chances of making it to BeBe without a
scuffle are dwindling fast. Using his peripheral vision he
can see that the wolf pack has grown. He reaches down for
his weapon in his shorts but he has no pockets. He
increases to a slight jog but the race is a marathon not a
sprint. His heart rate is now up to 88 beats per minute.
Some folks sitting quietly on the bench stare at Lolly as
he passes by. Do they know what is about to occur? Would
someone please dial 911 he thinks to himself.
In the distance he can faintly hear BeBe’s voice. He
knows he’s close. He begins to run towards her. The thought
of them together fluttered his soul and strengthened his
legs. The gust of wind from the sudden sprint removes the
hood from over his head. He is sweating profusely and his
heart is racing like that of a thief with cops in pursuit.
He notices a bright light ahead and takes a peak backward
to see if the pack is still chasing. They closing in and
running at full speed now and it seems their numbers have
doubled.
As the light gets brighter and brighter to his eyes, he
realizes that BeBe is entertaining others. Could she
be “loose” while he’s away? He runs faster. Is she two-
timing him with another? Faster! He catapaults himself over
the park bench. The route to BeBe is direct. As his feet
make contact with the ground he is surrounded by the mob.
He is completely out of breath and surrenders as this
particular beating would have to happen in front of an
audience. Suddenly, he feels a hand touch his shoulder. He
raises his head and sees BeBe waiting to greet him.
“He’s here
!” shouts someone from the
crowd. “Everybody has been waiting for
you
.” The buzzer has just sounded to begin the
championship game. Lolly notices his coach and
teammates. “Hurry Lolly!
Check in at
the scorer’s table. Here is your jersey. Take a couple
shots so you can catch your rhythm. You already worked up a
sweat.”
At that very moment he got a chance to reunite with BeBe.
He touched her ever so gently and caressed her round black
and orange body. He turned his hand over and she hit the
ground. She was evidently happy to see him too because she
returned to sit in his hand again.
Swish! All net.
Lolly had made it to the game on time. The mob was
sitting in the stands rooting for the home team. What he
thought were gangsters and thugs were really fans trying to
make it to the court in time to see the game. As the game
began he notices a change in BeBe’s behavior. She wasn’t
going through the hoop as they had previously rehearsed.
She was acting weird tonight. She was acting like the other
basketballs in the neighborhood.
The beating Lolly was bracing for did occur that evening,
not from a mob but from the play of the home team. And as
for BeBe, she left the park without Lolly because she
became fond of another player. His name … Mister Game MVP
.
Publication Date: 08-24-2011
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