He leaned forward, pointing his index finger downwards. It hovered inches away from the cap of a Bic biro balanced on an eraser, a make-shift see-saw.
‘You are here. Alone’
His finger migrated in the air, over the body of the pen. It came to a stop in the middle.
‘But this, here, is the centre of the universe, where the energy of the world collects’
He let his index finger drift back, to the tip of the blue cap.
‘Adebisi, you are off kilter. Understand?’
She did.
Failing chemistry was tantamount to falling off the face of the Earth.
Linguistic Playfulness 
haha there’s the thing happening with the pen..and the scenario being played out in the councellors head and then the both of them..lol nice piece Tee
Thanks Gman 🙂