Anglès nivell intermedi
A blurry night
I don’t get it.
Let me recap.
It was getting late, I had had a tough day and a night shift awaited me. I really didn’t want to go to work, so I was annoyed. Sighing, I grabbed my keys, got in the car, and began driving. I could barely see, since the road was surrounded by fog. After a while, I saw a strange shadow in the middle of the road, but I didn’t pay attention to it, as my psychiatrist always tells me to do.
When I got to the gas station where I work, I greeted Margaret, but she started telling me off for being just a few minutes late. I couldn’t stop asking myself, “Who does she think she is?”. She was pissing me off, but I dismissed her, I was desperate for some peace for once. Then, the shadow I had seen before appeared again, but I ignored it once more, even though it was getting closer to me.
After that, things get blurry. But I swear, Your Honour — Margaret was already dead when I entered the bathroom.