Tuesday, March 24, 2015

The Parcel (Creative Writing)

The Parcel

(Pedro Blas Ávila NI1 )

It was the evening of Valentine’s Day and Paul was at home drinking a beer, eating popcorn and watch a black and white film. He hadn’t any plans. Suddenly the doorbell rang. When he opened the door there wasn’t anybody there, only a small parcel with a big red ribbon and a note that read, “I’ll be back in 15 minutes.”

Paul couldn’t believe it, someone sent him a present and he had a date! Who could be the mysterious woman? Perhaps Daphne the kind cashier? Maybe Jane the friendly neighbor? Paul looked at his watch; in 13 minutes the mysterious girl would return.

Paul ran to the his bedroom, took off his old-fashioned shirt, worn-out trousers, kicked off his house slippers. He put on his new suit. Then he rushed to the bathroom, combed his hair and brushed his teeth … three minutes to go!

Paul rushed to the living room which he tidied in a jiff, then turned his attention to the beautiful parcel. He undid the bow, pulling at the ribbon in great haste and anticipation, tore at the paper and … the doorbell rang!

When Paul opened the door, he found a big bearded guy with a scruffy look to his clothes.

“Hello!” said the man in a gruff voice. “I think I am wrong, is this Jane’s house?”

“No,” Paul replied. “She lives two doors down. “

“Oh, how embarrassing,” the man grumbled. “Er, I think that parcel is mine.”

“Of course, here you are,” Paul said.

When he closed the door, Paul returned to his beer and thought, “The worst part is I don’t know what was in the parcel.”

1 comment:

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