HOOKED TRUE

It was three days ago that it happened and something about this song brought back memories of the high and calmness the yoghurt laced with crystal brought. He had sworn never to try it out again but it seemed to have a tight grip. He had been finding it difficult to concentrate for the past three days; everything just seemed to crowd him up and he felt more stressed than ever.

He managed to finish drinking the water but he thirsted for something more, something different and something rugged. “What if he just had a taste of it one last time; just one for old times sake” he thought to himself.

“Get out while you still can! Get out dad” Shirley’s voice interrupted his train of thoughts. “Shirley, what did you say?” he asked when he got to the sitting room. “Nothing” her voice was sweet and innocent; she had no idea, none at all.

At work, Tom fought the urge to talk to Ben. It was almost time for lunch break and like Ivan Pavlov’s dog, he felt conditioned to need Ben’s kind of yoghurt. He chewed his finger nails; he had been doing that a lot lately. He thought that if he could make it through lunch, he would get over it but lunch break was taking forever to end. He tried hard not to think about it but the harder he tried, the more he thought about it. Then in a swift moment, he found himself behind the office. He didn’t know how he got there, couldn’t remember walking there but he was there and that’s all that mattered.

It tasted so good; the euphoria was phenomenal; he had never in his life experienced this level of ecstasy and it lasted till the end of work.

  The agitation was back again when he got home; his clothes felt too tight, he was very uncomfortable. He started chewing his nails again and the house seemed to crowd him up again. “How did I end up like this?” he asked himself. Just then, he heard Shirley’s voice again, “Get out while you still can”. Was he hallucinating? He was sure that Shirley was downstairs