Dystopian Novels: A Short Story

“Hey, are you busy with anything?” she asked in a soft-spoken voice. “No, not really why? Is something wrong?” I asked, sounding more bothered than what I actually was. “Do you want to play a game? I didn’t bring anything to pass the time” she commented back. It was now seven hours into the twenty-four-hour flight and I was starting to get bored. I accepted the offer, since Kevin had fallen asleep ten minutes into the flight, and felt I would be a horrible person for saying ‘no’. Once asking what kind of game we were about to start I learned it was the classic get to know you game, which I found amusing since we have known each other forever. “What’s your favorite color and why?” she asked, simply. “Blue because it’s a calming color to me. And you?” I responded.

“Okay, my turn. What is your favorite genre of book or movie? I asked.
“For movies, I would have to say, comedies. And for books, it would be either books about crime, horror novels, and or science fiction. You?” she replied back.
“Horror or dystopian novels and rom-com movies like Bridget Jones Diary or 50 First Dates,” I said back.
“Okay, do you trust anyone with your life?” she asked, demandingly.
“Only a few certain people. My turn, what is a strange or different talent you have?” I questioned back.
“I have a strange ability….” she said pausing afterward.
“Well, what is it?” I eagerly asked.
“Telepathy…. I can read minds….” she said hesitantly.
“I highly doubt that” I responded