Sheila has been on the run for a week now. Drinking in bars, party here and there, knowing everyone but not getting close to anyone.
She lives like there is no tomorrow, in a remote village inside the forest, where old folks gather for beer mugs, songs, and dancing in the night. She swore to herself that after her breakup with a celebrity who run off to London, she would never enter relationships that would make her feel like a trophy than a human being.
One night, old George was playing the ukulele, and the old geezers are having a good time with their spilling beers while Sheila was on a corner drinking soda and watching the lively festive inside the wooden walls of Glombus Bar. She was not up for drinking because it was a Saturday when a man in a cloak wearing a ball cap entered the bar.
Sheila was looking at her glass and the little popping acid of the soda. The man sat across Sheila. If only she could tell him to bug off… “Hey Sheila”, the man said. His voice sounded familiar. It was a friend who she rejected before. Smiles and bright eyes lit up her face.
“what are you doing here??” she demanded. The man took off his cap and she was shocked. He has a scar on his face along with scratches from his jaw to his neck. “Was searching for something in the area cause I heard something here is stirring up the peace around the village,” He said, his voice husky as he whispered. She laughed a little and knows exactly what he was talking about.
Sheila suddenly got into the mood to drink and signaled two beers at the waiter. “So what have you been doing lately, Mark?” asked Sheila. “Well… I’ve been a mercenary now since I got discharged from the army, but life was good, and business is booming due to security. Hahaha!” replied Mark. Sheila knew Mark always wanted action in life. Looking back, Mark always brought Sheila to a lot of new places. “So what about you? I’ve heard you’re dating a celebrity now,” Mark said, eyeing her.
Sheila did not expect him to know about the celebrity she was dating, but she shrugged and sighed. “I was. Not anymore cause he chose London over me, but that’s fine cause I wanted to end it anyways, and am kind of hiding from the world right now due to his publicity issues which pointed out to me…” she said in a soft, fading voice. He looked at her as though he found a chance to have her now. He was about to hold her hand when old George called for her. “Shiela, come and sing with us!” and she just laughed.
“Coming!” shouted Sheila as she stood up with a beer in her hand. She looked at Mark then told him, “It’s was nice catching up with you Mark. Here’s my phone number if you’ll still be in the area.” Mark just gave her a nod and waved her goodbye. He stared at his ice-cold beer. A thought came to him that maybe it’s just time to let his feelings go for fate might have a different plan for both of them. He stood up and went straight to the door. He looked back at a singing Sheila with a warming smile. ‘I’m just relieved she’s happy,’ he thought.
