Greetings everyone,
Today, I am writing a short story.. Without any delays:-
Last weekend was the most interesting one of all. It was a bit scary at first.. But, thinking about it over and over again made it easier. Which is ironic. Because, whenever that happens it never used to get easier before. There he was, Mr. George, thinking again.. believing that he is changing or better said, getting older.. It is since this moment. The moment that he realized that he is a better version of himself now than he used to be before.. Or is he?
To cut to the chase, last weekend, he had a dream.. A dream where he met his younger self. He tried to make a conversation. But, the scene in the dream was fading away to another scene. He felt like he had a lot to say. But, couldn't say a word. The very next morning, the phone wrong. George was on his bed, late to wake up again. But, he rarely receives calls in the morning. It seemed important, he said! He jumped from bed and try to move as fast as he could since he just woke up. But, couldn't reach there on time.
I will just wait for them to call again, he said. He waited and waited. Then, he decided to make breakfast. As soon as he went far from the phone. It rang again! He left everything that he was doing and ran back to the phone. Luckily, he reached there on time. He answered, and it was a lady.. He doesn't know her. He asked if she was the one who called earlier and she was. But, it turned out that it was a wrong number after all.
