Everybody’s Man – Chapter 19
Keywords: Everybody’s Man, Brostitute, African Folktales, Femi, Alero, Web Novel, Nigerian, A Fablingverse Story, Origin Story, Fabling, Pam, Free Short Stories
“Hey, pass me the fan head,” Alero said. She was kneeling over a box, trying to figure out how to squeeze things in.
Femi lifted it off its body and handed it to her. He was sitting on her couch, beside her.
“Nah, this won’t do.” She tried to put it in, but it wouldn’t fit.
“I’ll do it.” He stood up.
“Are you sure?” she asked. “I don’t want to put any strain on you.”
“I’m fine, Alero,” Femi said. He still had a little limp to his walk, but he was fine. “If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t be here.”
“Are you sure you will be okay?” Alero shouted from inside her room.
“I’ll be fine, Alero.” Femi had successfully gotten all her things into her box. He looked up at the bottle of alcohol on her clear desk.
Alero dragged a box out “All done.” She huffed. “I’ll call Chidi to come pick me up.”
She turned to Femi, who was heading for the bottle.
“One drink before you go?” He asked.
She was already dialling Chidi’s number, she stopped the call antextedxt him instead.
“This is not the last drink, right?” She asked.
“A man does not survive a gunshot to commit suicide.” He laughed. But Alero waited for an answer. “I started therapy.”
Her eyes brightened. “When?”
“After watching Chidi propose,” Femi said.
“He should have proposed earlier then.” She laughed.
Femi laughed. “Yes, let’s thank the least involved person in my story.”
He handed her a glass.
“To a new story?” Alero held up her glass.
“To a new story.” He raised his glass to meet hers, and they both clinked.
The End.
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