Friday Fictioneer’s 7-26-2017



The Phone Call

He stood in the large tiled room, nervously watching the phone on the wall as if it might attack. Would it ring? Would it not?

His fingers twisted nervously before him, knuckles white. Ring, damn it!

Oh god, please don’t ring! Please!

Jumped at the sound of footsteps outside. They faded away.

Ring! Please!

The phone hung silent, cruelly refusing his pleas.

Ring, damn it! Ring!

His hands covered his eyes, willing the phone to obey. Willing it silent.

What if it rang? What if it didn’t?

He sat terrified, knuckles white as snow.