An Inspector Calls: A Short Story

“Maybe,” Booker replied with a flirtatious waggle of his eyebrows. “But maybe I wanna play with you too.”

“And what is a young lady like you doing messing around with older men? But I believe that’s beside the point” Ms. Ojo smirked as Mayella’s face began to turn a crimson red.

“It’s not a big deal. I’ve had worse.” I shrugged. I was trying to play it cool. Not a great talent of mine, but with cute guys like him I had to at least try.

“Do you think it’ll ruin my chance with the ladies?” he asked with a teasing smirk.

“Oh all right, I’ll tell you the one where one of my partners betrayed me,” I said, “Okay here we go.”

The play was written in 1945 - within a week of World War Two ending -

is the use of time. The play is set in 1912, but it was written and

"Are you ready to have one of the funnist days of your life?" I ask him.

“Permission granted, Lydia,” Chandler approved the Prudent Sleuth’s response, much to her relief. “You and my wife should try to stay far away from trouble while searching for any valuable Intel. As far as we are concerned, we still don’t know if they have a fatal ace up their sleeves.”

Deciding not to comment on the strange nickname as he was sure if he asked, he wouldn't understand. Arthur is a strange person and Flynn found it was easier to ignored his more strange tendency like not touching anything with his bare hand. "What was that?" Flynn question, his suspicions making him follow the other into the kitchen. If his locks was really tamper it, the blond was going to raise hell about it.

I didn’t hate the babysitter. I despised her. “Well, I’m the boss now” or “Young lady, you follow my orders” or “I know what’s better for you than you do” was said to me every single day. Unfortunately for her, though, I just had a genius plan to teach a lesson that miss know-it-all.

They could see the party which was in full swing now. The atmosphere around them was bright and cheerful, filled with sound of laughter and loud discussions. People were standing around in groups talking and enjoying the evening as some drank expensive wine while some ate the mouth-watering food. Wafting in the air was the sweet smell of roasting vegetables and chicken. The Large circular chandeliers adorned with hundreds of clear crystal beads and pear shaped droplets hung from the ceiling illuminating the hall with light making it look bold and glamorous. There were a lot of important people invited dressed in classy looking suits and

“Come on dude, it’ll be fun,” I retort, “don’t tell me you’re actually afraid” I say to him with a wry smile.

“Um, I don't think so.” I rub my hands across my jeans. I always get so nervous talking to new people.

Our plan for having a fun and relaxing day at The Sherry-Netherland Hotel in New York City was perfectly planned out. We would head out to the pool, eat pizza, play in the arcade, and then go explore the city. Here we are, two brothers, in a luxurious hotel, in the middle of a big city, what could go wrong?