Short story. 'Stranger'
It was eleven o’clock at night when the phone rang. Usually, I ignore late calls, but then something made me answer. I heard a trembling woman's voice saying, 'I'm calling you from the Charlie's Pub at the corner of Maiden and South. I have something very important to tell you. Please, I need you to be here.' Before I could say that she had the wrong number, she hung up.
'Another broken heart', I thought and took the TV remote. There was a new episode of Real Detectives that night and I was wondering if they would solve the case. Suddenly, a clear thought came to my mind, 'What if that girl wasn't calling her ex-boyfriend? What if she works undercover and needs to tell her curator that she had been discovered? Or maybe she is a criminal and wants to provide her partner with the robbery plan?' 'No, she can't be a criminal', I said to myself, 'Her voice doesn't seem to belong to a criminal'.
I felt obligated to tell her that she accidentally had called the wrong person. I tried to call back several times, but nobody answered. Eventually, I decided to go to the Charlie's Pub and meet her there. I got dressed and took the car. The streets were empty at that time, so it didn't take me a long time to get there.
When I came there was just a little old faded sign with the word "Closed". I stayed for a while staring at the door and went home. That girl never called again. I never knew who she was and what had happened to her. I'm not even sure if she ever existed.
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Short story. 'Stranger'
It was eleven o’clock at night when the phone rang. Usually I ignore late calls, but something made me answer. I heard a trembling woman's voice saying, 'I'm calling you from Charlie's Pub at the corner of Maiden and South. I have something very important to tell you. Please, I need you to be here.'. Before I could say that she had the wrong number, she hung up.
'Another broken heart', I thought and took the TV remote. There was a new episode of Real Detectives that night and I was wondering if they would solve the case. Suddenly, a clear thought came to my mind, 'What if that girl wasn't calling her ex-boyfriend? What if she works undercover and needs to tell her curator that she had been discovered? Or maybe she is a criminal and wants to provide her partner with the robbery plan?' 'No, she can't be a criminal', I said to myself, 'Her voice doesn't seem to belong to a criminal'.
I felt obligated to tell her that she accidentally had called the wrong person. I tried to call back several times, but nobody answered. Eventually, I decided to go to Charlie's Pub and meet her there. I got dressed and took the car. The streets were empty at that time, so it didn't take me long.
When I got there was just a little old faded sign with the word "Closed". I stayed for a while staring at the door and went home. That girl never called again. I never knew who she was and what had happened to her. I'm not even sure if she ever existed.
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Short story. 'Stranger'
It was eleven o’clock at night when the phone rang. Usually, I ignore late calls, but then something made me answer. I heard a trembling woman's voice saying, 'I'm calling you from the Charlie's Pub at the corner of Maiden and South. I have something very important to tell you. Please, I need you to be here.' Before I could say that she had the wrong number, she hung up.
'Another broken heart', I thought and took picked up the TV remote. There was a new episode of Real Detectives that night and I was wondering if they would solve the case. Suddenly, a clear thought came to my mind, 'What if that girl wasn't calling her ex-boyfriend? What if she works undercover and needs to tell her curator handler that she had been discovered? Or maybe she is a criminal and wants to provide her partner with the robbery plan?' 'No, she can't be a criminal', I said to myself, 'Her voice didn't seem to belong to a criminal'.
I felt obligated to tell her that she had accidentally called the wrong person. I tried to call back several times, but nobody answered. Eventually, I decided to go to the Charlie's Pub and meet her there. I got dressed and took the car. The streets were empty at that time, so it didn't take me a long time to get there.
When I came arrived, there was just a little, old, faded sign with the word "Closed". I stayed for a while staring at the door and went home. That girl never called again. I never knew who she was and what had happened to her. I'm not even sure if she ever existed.
Privet Regi, you write really well.
Charile's Pub is the name of a place, so we don't need the article "the".
"took" - you carried it somewhere.
I believe the name for an agent's supervisor is a handler. Or maybe I've been watching too many Hollywood movies! A curator is someone who manages a building, like a museum.
Pub is fine. Americans might say "bar", but a lot of countries say "pub", from Public House.
I want to know what happened afterward! I was hoping that when she went back home, somebody had followed her.
Keep practicing. Simon.
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Thank you!
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Will - thank you !
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Michael -- American here! We have plenty of places with "Pub" in the name, but even those, we mostly call "bars" (at least in the parts of the US where I've lived). I might even say something like "My favorite bar is Michael's Pub."
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