Three Contacts Saved in Grandmother's Phone: Me, the Chicken Restaurant, and an Unknown Number
A granddaughter discovers a mysterious unknown number frequently calling her grandmother and decides to call it back, leading to an unexpected meeting.
This is an English translation of a story originally written in Korean by the
Hwasee.bang community, one sentence at a time.
Each sentence was submitted separately and chosen by community vote before the next one could be written. Nobody knew how it would end.
Read the Korean original →
Each sentence was submitted separately and chosen by community vote before the next one could be written. Nobody knew how it would end.
Read the Korean original →
It was a number not even saved in her contacts, yet there was a history of calls to it every day.
I felt an impulse to know who owned that number, and I keyed it in as if tracing over it.
Regardless of the caller ID restriction, he knew me, and he called my name in a low voice.
"Your grandmother told me a lot about you," he said, but how had he come to be connected to my grandmother?
"Could we meet for a moment?" At those words, I changed my clothes and went to where he was.
This is a finished translation and can't be continued here.
Hwasee.bang's English edition runs its own separate relay stories that are being written right now — visit the English edition to read or join one.
Hwasee.bang's English edition runs its own separate relay stories that are being written right now — visit the English edition to read or join one.