MY REGRETS

I chose to ignore the strange man who wouldn’t mind his business. Who was the man paying for my meals? I needed to know. I was about to make a call to the kitchen when the phone rang, I picked and I heard “And do you want to know the man that you need to know? Aren’t you curious? He’s waiting for you, the usual place. See you there.”

I got up and dressed hurriedly, and made for the door, I moved over to the usual place I stay every evening. He came to my seat, tall, handsome, wore a T-shirt on a trouser, a cowboy cap on his head. He sat down looking at my face and said, “Cry, baby, baby cry.” Then I knew it was the same man that had been following me from day one. “Oh! It’s you again?” yes, the voice was the same but he looked different because he was’/t putting on his traditional attire. I smiled and said, “Bonjour Monsieur.” He smiled in return and said, “Bonjour mademoiselle?” &ld