The Wanted Ad

short story phone call, Telephone

Short Story


Ring, ring, ring.



“Hi there, I’am calling about your wanted ad, I saw in the paper.”

“Oh yes Hi, I do currently have an ad in the classifieds at the moment.”

“Well… I’am very interested, it sounds wonderful.”

“I wasn’t expecting so many responses. This isn’t a joke is it…? You’re not prank calling me, just like the others are you?”

“No, I’m totally down. I’ve always thought about this kinda thing for years and once I read your ad something in me just clicked.”

“Okay so… You’ve thought it all through then?”

“Many times over. I’m fully on board.”

“As long as you’re sure. I do have a room all set up and It’s perfect for you.”

“Great..! I do have one small request before I fully commit though…”

“Sure you name it, I’m all ears. It’s your big day.”

“I kinda want to participate, you know play this whole thing out to the end.”

“Yeah, that sounds okay. I’ll have to tweak my plan a little, but I’m sure we can make it all work out.”

“Also, would you mind if we could do it on a Saturday?”

“Sure, Saturday works great for me. My schedule is basically wide open. Do you need some time, or are you looking to get it done in a hurry?”

“The quicker the better I think. It’ll prevent me from changing my mind.”

“Okay, how does this coming Saturday work?”

“This Saturday is perfect! Will you need me to bring anything?”

“Nope… Just yourself… I’ll get a bunch of pain killers and a nice bottle of schnapps, for the occasion.”


“What time were you thinking of swinging by?”

“Does 11am sound okay? It’ll give me time to prepare.”

“Sounds excellent! I’ll have it all set to go. Oh… One other thing… do you enjoy garlic?”

“I do try and eat it with most of my meals. So yes, I like garlic.”

“Maybe you can pick up some on your way. It’ll save me that extra trip to the grocer.”

“Not a problem, by the way I’m Trent.”

“I’m Ernest. Happy to have received your call Trent, I’m absolutely over joyed, that you have allowed me to have you for dinner.”

“I can’t wait either… Looking forward to seeing you Saturday.”

“You got it Trent.”

“Take care.”

“You too.”




photograph by Gajus



The Writers Manifes


Roach Adams

Roach Adams, made of twisted steel and raw sex appeal. He resides in The Great White North. Often, he can be found wrestling wily eyed beavers just to maintain optimum muscle strength and sustain good mobility. To sooth his demented mindset this man simply writes. Look out for his debut short story collection coming soon.

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