© David Edwardson, 2019
ISBN 978-5-4493-2655-3
Created with Ridero smart publishing system
This story tells about the power of the word, which radically changed a person’s life, and entailed unexpected consequences.
CONTENTS
The last word
This story is a fiction of the author’s mind and doesn’t relate to real life. Any matching names and places of action are no more than coincidences.
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I woke up in a George Hotel, one of the best Edinburgh’s hotels and the night trip from London made itself felt despite my cheerfulness and elation. The knocking of the train wheels partly continued being heard in my ears… No, please, get me right, I don’t mind trains at all but train trips are very tiring. A short while lying on a bed and thinking about train I decided to forget about it: I had to get to the meeting.
The meeting should been held at ten a.m. Looking briefly at the beautiful chandelier hanging above me, I got up and reached my watch, that was lying on the night table next to me. It was ten minutes past eight, though my breakfast should be brought at eight thirty. I went to the window, opened the curtains and saw the picturesque view of moving cars against the backdrop of beautiful buildings. It evoked a sense of interaction between the beautiful past and the breathtaking present.
Without thinking twice I went to the bathroom and entering it I saw dazzling white walls with perfectly engraved patterns. Designers did really great job to surprise the guests with even such trifles.
I took a shower, brushed my teeth and barely had time to get dressed, as I heard a knock on the door.