Greetings, friends of Hive, after some time without participating in the ‘A picture is Worth a Thousand Words’ contest of the @freewriterhouse community I come back to see the photo proposed this week. It is really attractive. This man sliding down the stairs has got himself in a bit of a pickle. I wanted to find out where my imagination was taking me, how he got to that moment.
Dangerous love affairs
That night when he saw her at the bar, alone, sitting at the bar, he wondered why such an attractive woman was alone at the bar. He crept up next to her and asked her if he could sit next to her. She replied, ‘Yes, of course, I'm afraid the person I'm waiting for isn't coming. Frank had no prior intention, he thought she was going to turn him down, that she would probably tell him she was waiting for someone or that she didn't want to talk.
Barbie, as she was known in the underworld, saw Frank and immediately knew he was the perfect victim. She smiled at him and struck up a banal conversation about the patrons of the bar, a group that had just arrived to celebrate some birthday or event. He bought her a drink and ordered another for himself. He usually went there alone, to have a couple of drinks. He was glad to have someone to talk to, a nice, pretty woman.
Before saying goodbye Frank and Barbie exchanged phone numbers and agreed to meet for lunch. After meeting for lunch, they continued dating, went to a movie, had dinner together, started sharing weekends. Frank was happy with Barbie. He didn't know she was cooking him up to involve him in an upcoming delivery, he wouldn't arouse suspicion.
That week Barbie told him she wanted to spend the weekend at the beach. He loved the idea. When he went to pick her up, he was not surprised that she was carrying a suitcase that was a bit big for a weekend. He thought that women always carry too much in their luggage and put the suitcase in the van. Carlo was waiting for the load on the beach to take it to the port. When they passed the tollbooth they had no problems, just as Barbie and Carlo had thought.
In the evening, Barbie made sure that Frank got drunk, and when he collapsed into bed, Carlo came to get the cargo that the young woman had packed in the suitcase. Everything had gone according to plan. The next day Frank woke up feeling dizzy, he didn't see Barbie, he went out the door of the cabin looking for her, she was waiting for him to push him out.
Beatriz Alicia García N.
Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed this suspense story, which I wrote from this week's contest prompt from @freewritehouse for ‘A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words’.
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Amores peligrosos
Saludos, amigos de Hive, luego de algún tiempo sin participar en el concurso "A picture is Worth a Thousand Words" de la comunidad @freewriterhouse regreso al ver la foto propuesta esta semana. Es realmente atractiva. Este hombre deslizándose escaleras abajo se ha metido en un aprieto. Quise averiguar hacia dónde me llevaba mi imaginación, cómo fue que llegó a ese momento.
Esa noche que la vio en el bar, sola, sentada en la barra, se preguntó por qué una mujer así, tan atractiva, estaba sola en la barra de un bar. Se acercó sigilosamente junto a ella, y le preguntó si podía sentarse a su lado. Ella le respondió: ―Sí, claro, me temo que la persona que estoy esperando no va a venir. Frank no tenía alguna intención previa, pensó que iba a rechazarlo, que probablemente le diría que esperaba a alguien o que no quería conversar.
La Barbie, así la conocían en los bajos fondos, vio a Frank y en seguida supo que era la víctima perfecta. Le sonrió e inició con él una conversación banal sobre los parroquianos del bar, un grupo que acababa de estaba llegando para celebrar algún cumpleaños o evento. Él le pagó un trago y pidió otro para él. Por lo general iba allí solo, a tomarse un par de tragos. Le contentó la idea de tener a alguien con quien conversar, una mujer bonita y simpática.
Antes de despedirse Frank y la Barbie intercambiaron sus números de teléfono y acordaron verse para almorzar. Luego de verse para almorzar, continuaron saliendo, fueron a ver una película, cenaron juntos, empezaron a compartir los fines de semana. Frank se sentía feliz con la Barbie. No sabía que lo estaba cocinando para involucrarlo en una próxima entrega, él no levantaría sospechas. así se lo informó a Don Carlo.
Esa semana la Barbie le dijo que quería pasar el fin de semana en la playa. A él le encantó la idea. Cuando fue a buscarla no le extrañó que llevase una maleta un poco grande para un fin de semana. Pensó que las mujeres siempre llevaban cosas de más en su equipaje y metió la maleta en la camioneta. Carlo esperaba la carga en la playa para llevarla al puerto. Al pasar el peaje no tuvieron ningún inconveniente, tal como habían pensado Barbie y Carlo.
Al anochecer, la Barbie se aseguró de que Frank se embriagara, y cuando cayó rendido en la cama, Carlo llegó a buscar la carga que la joven había metido en la maleta. Todo había caminado según lo planificado. Al día siguiente al despertar Frank se sentía mareado, no vio a Barbie, salió a la puerta de la cabaña buscándola, ella lo esperaba para empujarlo.
Beatriz Alicia García N.
Gracias por tu lectura, espero que hayas disfrutado este relato de suspenso, que escribí a partir del prompt del concurso que esta semana nos ofrece @freewritehouse para “A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words”.
Traducción al inglés con Deepl.com
It seems as though Frank was too trusting. He could have gotten himself into serious trouble with the law. Not only did Barbie use him in her smuggling scheme, she intended to do him harm. A lesson learned if Frank survives the fall while drugged.
An interesting story. Thanks for sharing. I enjoyed reading. Take care.
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Thank you very much for your reading and your comment. Yes, I'm agree with you. Frank was too trusting about Barbie.
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Nice story
It felt very real I wonder is there still room for romance, love and honesty?
Pretty in-depth and well written. Enjoyed reading. Thank you.