Torns

Episode 6

She dragged her body into the apartment, kicked the door close with her boot, threw her white square shaped Gucci bag on the bed and settled on the two settee. She hung her head on the arm of the leather chair and crossed her legs on the other end.

It was the beginning of the second semester and lectures had begun promptly. Most days, she returned to the hostel deathly tired and hungry enough to eat a whole cow. There were times she wished she was back home. The cook would have ensured that she ate at least four times in a day.

She reached out for her iphone and dialed the number of the sales rep of the Sharwama oulet down the street. One big piece with a pack of fruit juice would suffice for dinner.

“Hello…”

“Hi, evening, please send me a jumbo size Sharwama, you know the way I like it.”

“Excuse me…”

“Please hurry, Queen Elizabeth Hostel, flat 10.”

“Wrong number.”

She blinked. Was he playing a prank on her? She wasn’t in the mood.

“Austin.”

“I am Dantenimu.”

“What?”