The stranger
291 Words
Maya never believed in perfect timing.
She believed in missed buses, delayed messages, and almost-confessions that never found their way out.
That’s why she kept the letters.
Not the kind you mail,the kind you write when your heart is too full to stay quiet, but your courage isn’t strong enough to speak.
Every letter was addressed to someone she never expected to meet again.
On a rainy Tuesday in Lagos, Maya accidentally left her notebook at a cafe
Inside it were not just sketches and to-do lists but one of her unsent letters.
she was in a hurry to go back to her workplace as lunch break was over and she wasn't ready for her bosses constant yapping.
Few minutes after she left someone
walked into the cafe and went straight to the table she just left, He sat down across the table engrossed in his phone after a while he seemed to be done with whatever he was doing so he raised his head and scanned his surroundings then it happened his gaze fell on the book on the table he looked around before reaching for it.
He read the first page before realizing it wasn’t just any notebook. He intended to return it, but something about the words made him pause:
“To the boy in pink sweater who once sat beside me on the bus and never asked for my name…”
He froze.
That was him.
Five years ago, on a crowded bus during a power outage, he had sat beside a quiet girl with headphones. They exchanged a few glances… and nothing more.
Yet he had never forgotten her.
And now, somehow, he was holding's a letter written to him… without his name ever being known.
- Writer
