Sum'n fi me?
"Fi me?" I voice my thoughts, reeling off a piece of hand towel from the roller. "Wah that?"
"Wah yawh ask mi say?" Oneika sasses. "The delivery man just say to give it to Amanda Smikle."
Wiping my hands in the napkin, I quirk my brows.
Eeeh? A coulda wah that now?
My heart skips a beat at the thought.
"Anyways, a bathroom mi a go. Yuh can go for it. It's on my desk beside the tray."
"Oh. Alright, thanks."
After securing my lunch, of course, I head through the door and hesitantly make my way to the front desk.
When I get there, a neatly-folded, brown paper bag is beside the tray.
A muss it this...
The initials 'A. S.' written neatly on a piece of paper taped onto the front confirms that it is.
I run my hands along the edges. Through feeling up the packaging, I determine that it's a large circular container with what I'm assuming is food, based on the smell.
A who send this?
Mi nuh remember asking nobody fi nutt'n...
A who sorry fimi?
Picking up the bag, I make my way back to the lunchroom to inspect what's what.
A ton load of excitement kicks in when I open the bag to see two familiar containers stacked atop each other. One has what appears to be sesame chicken and the other is one of my favourites: seafood boil!
No, man! A who send this?
A who know say mi love mi belly so?
A piece of paper falls from the bag and I pick it up and unfold it, reading what it says.
'Amanda we have a good thing going. Don't fuck it up! Here's lunch.'
A small smile creeps onto my face as I read over the words on the little note, recognizing immediately who it's from.
Then a wah Such Man mean by this?
Wah him mean don't fuck up a good thing?
A tru mi go buy lunch wid Shane him a talk?
This cyaa real...
Murdaaaaaaaaaa! Waii, the man jealous bad eno!
Bad to bad.
My smile spreads into a grin.
Then, watch threatened ova yasso.
Watch play wid bwoy head.
Watch free lunch!
Murda!
A wah scream out!
"A wah mek yawh smile so, Goodie?"
My heart leaps, and I quickly crush the piece of paper in my fisted palm at the sudden sound of a voice over my shoulder.
I know it's Shavel without having to turn—— not that I can when she's leaning over my shoulder like this.
My smile turns upside down.
How tha gyal yah nuff so sometimes, man?
"Girl, why yawh frighten mi?" I step away from her, easing her off of me with a shrug. "Yuh haunted?"
YOU ARE READING
Ruin
Short StoryAs a little girl growing up in the small rural community of Shadow Grove, I used to always hear my mother say, "Wat sweet nanny goat, ago run him belly!" I never truly understood the meaning of that phrase...until now. Little did I know that a man w...
