Tribute tale to Ronnie James Dio

This is a Tribute story to Ronnie James Dio if you have anyone that you'd like me to honour in this way, by writing a story from one of their works. I'll give it a go I can'r promise anything when it comes to my story creating abilities.

Just another chapter to another Tale of which I have concocted in my mind.. I have changed it into first person from the original third person perspective.

"As long as it’s not about love" (Tale)- By Savage.1

Which was partially inspired by R. J Dio's Song of the same name; no I don't literally that the songs name is of the same name I meant the song of the name previously mentioned as the name of this tale.

Chapter X – the Memory of unclear circumstance

We touched with their eyes.

It was the first time that we touched.

I was struck by a strange compulsion to move over towards the girl.

For some unknown reason she appeared to be struck by a similar compulsion.

Then as soon as they were within an audible distance of each other, the unknown girl, to me at least, began to speak.

“Hello” she said to me her voice was small and fair,

I just smiled and waved back at her as I couldn't speak.

Nothing else was spoken between the two of us, at least not at this moment.

With this briefly prolonged spell of eye contact.

I was intrigued.

With the following questions now rampaging through my head “why me?”, “what’s so special about me?” and “who is she”?

I replayed the events of that incident in his mind multiple times.

The only things that he could think about were the same questions over and over again like an infinite loop, oh how fun it is to programme one of those into a computer; well it’s fun attempting t create one in C++, I think you’d need a lot of random numbers to create something like the number thing in the Matrix.

I wasn’t sure of much but I knew one thing, which was that I liked her.

As a friend at least, but I am not going to jump to any conclusions on the matter of the girls feelings or her intent because a females feelings and their intents towards me are a mystery to me.

But I am guessing that she liked me as she didn’t shy away from me on later confrontations, but in quite a few of the later confrontations I was attempting to help her with a little bit of programming as I felt compelled to help.

Oh I seem to have forgotten to introduce myself and my lady friend to you haven’t I, no not that type of lady friend you saucy mare,; I was only intending it to mean a friend that was a lady..

The lady’s name is Susannah and my name is Mac.