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The Magic of an Audio File Part-2

I discovered my passion for writing after I quit my day job. So I began to write fiction stories, self-help books, and articles, blogs, etc.

Pic1: The Author Listened to Part of the Audio File

Pic1: The Author Listened to Part of the Audio File

My nephews were still excelling in English essays at school. The demand for my bestselling book was ever increasing. I was all smiles, and I decided to investigate the case of the audio file further.

While I had removed and deleted the audio file from my laptop, I remembered it remained on the original flash drive. I decided to call my friend, Sally, who had given it initially to me at the park premises.

“Sally”, I said, “remember you gave me an audio file in the park premises about eight months ago?”

“Yes”, said Sally, “I guess it helped. I saw your book on Amazon in the bestselling status.”

I said, "While it helped me a lot, and I am in praise of the audio file, which made this happen, I want to ask how you came across the audio file."

“Well”, said Sally, “a distant cousin of mine once gave it to me and said that if I listened to it, it would boost my creativity.”

“Did it help you some way?” I asked out of great curiosity.

“Yes, after listening to some of it, I am doing a lot of good, painting portraits of people and selling them.”

“Maybe you would be interested in getting your portrait painted by me”, said Sally, kidding me.

“Yes, I would be interested in getting my portrait painted by you and especially in meeting you”, I said.

“So, you have more questions about the audio file”, said Sally, wittingly.

“Yes, Sally, you have already figured it out”, I said with a laugh. “When can I meet you to get my portrait painted?”

“Let me look at my schedule”, said Sally.

“Will the weekend be a good time for you? Then we can chitchat as much as we like”, she added.

“Yes, perfect. Give me a date and time”, I said enthusiastically.

"Sure. Saturday at 12.30 pm. It takes me 30 minutes to paint a portrait. Then we can be free to talk and have lunch together. I prefer not to talk while painting. Sounds good?"

“Sure, Sally. I will be right there in the coming weekend. Thanks for your cooperation.”

“My pleasure”, said Sally happily.

I stayed in anticipation of the weekend all week. When Saturday came, I drove to Sally's place, about 15 minutes away from my home.

I rang the bell, and almost immediately, Sally greeted me. It was an apartment on the ground floor of an immaculate complex.

Sally asked me to come inside. We both had orange juice before she started painting my portrait in her backyard.

Her backyard was sunny, full of natural greeneries. Sally asked me to be my comfortable self so that she could grip on a good portrait of me. She was done within 30 minutes as she had promised. She handed it over to me and asked me what I thought about it.

Pic2: Sally Painting the Author’s Portrait at the Backyard

Pic2: Sally Painting the Author’s Portrait at the Backyard

I looked amazed at my portrait. "Was I that pretty?" I thought secretly. Aloud I said, "Simply awesome, Sally."

Sally went on to say that she charged a discounted price for friends and loved ones, and I qualified for the discount. I produced my credit card to her assistant, and she charged $50 on my card.

Soon Sally and I were on our way to the dining space. She had a teenage maid lay lunch on the table. She helped the maid cook a variety of delicious dishes. Their very sight brought water to my mouth, and I longed to taste them.

Pic3: Lunch at Sally’s Place

Pic3: Lunch at Sally’s Place

We settled in chairs across the dining table, and we helped ourselves. Sally made sure I took enough to fulfill my appetite.

And then, I started the series of my questions.

“Sally, do you remember how you got hold of the audio file?”

“Yes, I told you. A distant cousin gave it to me.”

“Can you give me his name?”

“Sorry, my friend”, said Sally. “I am not allowed to tell his name to anyone.”

“Is it Samuel by any chance?” I asked directly.

“How’d you guess?” asked Sally, surprised.

“It was Samuel, a fellow writer who warned me not to listen to the end of the recording when I mentioned to him that I had only listened to a part of it. He even asked me to delete it.”

“Oh!” said Sally. “Yes, I remember him telling the same to me. But I didn’t pay attention.”

“Does that mean you listened to the whole of the recording?” I asked.

"No, I didn't. I just listened to a part, and then I got bored and put it away."'

“I see, Sally”, I said. “Is there any particular reason why Samuel wouldn’t like us to hear until the end of the recording?”

“I am not sure”, said Sally.

“Did Samuel engulf in any bad luck after listening to the recording?”

“Well, he has had bud luck. But I don’ know if it’s linked to the audio file.”

“Like what?” I asked inquisitively.

"Well, his book business thrived. No questions that way. But his wife gave birth to a stillborn child a month later after he heard the audio file until the end. Then his wife passed away two months later from a stroke. Samuel is still struggling with his firstborn’s psychology, who suffered a big trauma at the chain of events. Even he incurred losses in his side hustles while his major business still survived successfully."

"Thank you, Sally, for answering my questions honestly and sincerely. I would like to leave now. Thank you for the lunch and everything else as well."

“You are so kind”, said Sally, choking. “Thank you for paying me a visit.”

“It was my pleasure”, I said happily. "I would like to talk to Samuel next if you don't mind."

“Sure, talk to him and clear all your doubts about the audio file.”

We both laughed together, and I left Sally’s place.

To Be Continued …

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The Magic of an Audio File (Part-1)

After I hear an audio file, I write a book that becomes a bestseller. A fellow author, Samuel by name, however, warns me not to listen to the end of the recording but delete it. My nephews begin to hear it at my place accidentally, but I am right on time to stop it and delete it. Then my nephews start to excel at writing English essays at school. To read more, click the above title.

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