I was just lying on the couch and casually switching the channels, when suddenly I heard my phone ringing. It was Anne, the best friend of my dear Katie. Actually she called me rarely. That’s why I was a bit surprised at her late night call.
“Katie got into an accident,- she said in a trembling voice. -I’m afraid she wouldn’t pull through...”-as Anne was speaking and sobbing I slowly slipped off the couch, my eyes filling with tears, my hands shaking. Her words made my flesh crawl. How on earth could that happen? Impossible, impossible…
I jumped into the car, being beside myself with grief. As I raced along the Route 95, where, as Anne said, was Katie’s car, I brooded over our last trip to the sea. Every evening we used to stroll along the beach to meet the sunset. I brooded over her enchantment, her contagious laughter, her speechful eyes… I hunched in my seat and almost couldn’t see the road because of tears. I felt my heart would bleed at the sight of my deceased beloved. The pain drilled my brain and sawed my heart.
Finally I saw Katie’s car. It moved down into the ditch, but to my surprise, it wasn’t marred. Hardly conceiving what had happened I ran down the roadside in the hope of seeing my sweet Katie alive.
And all of a sudden she peeked out from behind the trees! I froze on the spot. Insanity? A phantom? Optical illusion?
She ran up to me, embraced me and said with a laugh: “Aren’t you angry with your little crazy girl? Happy April Fools’ Day!” But I choked in. I wished I could tell her how cruel it was of her. “How smart of you…”-I mumbled instead some minutes later.
I almost forgot that Katie as well as Anne, was a student of the drama school and from time to time liked to startle and even scare me with her tricks and acting.
I almost forgot her love for black humour.
На самом деле, это было просто задание на дом- придумать какую-нибудь историю с такими-то словами. и тут остапа понесло... надо бы перевести, что ли.