Her Nokia buzzed again.
Putting it on silent mode had not
helped. The vibrations broke the rhythm of silence and scared the wits out of
her. It was late for her family and
friends to be calling. She looked up at the display. An unknown number flashed.
Deep down, she knew it would be the same person. Again. But the number was
different this time. Not from one of her “Don’t
pick” list. Yes, she had
maintained a do not answer contact list. All thanks to the anonymous admirer and
his many numbers.
It seemed like the phone had been
ringing for an eternity now. She debated what to do. It could be somebody else
too. She finally pressed the answer button. And she immediately regretted it. Fireworks blazed in her eyes She
had not even uttered a monosyllable. The hoarse whisper “Your voice is very sweet ….” angered
her. She disconnected the call for she knew angry people are seldom wise. She
looked anything but sweet at the moment. “Just
how many numbers did he have?” She had hoped he would back off
following her non-responsiveness. But he had only become more persistent. She
was writhing with the thought that he had incapacitated her. One more call and
she would show him her sweetness.
She switched off the lights and
lay down with open eyes. She knew he would call again. She waited.
It was about midnight when the
call came again. She pressed the answer button. She had not even looked up at
the display this time. She breathed out fire when she said “hello” “Are you okay, dear?” Tears rolled down her eyes as she cross
checked the display. It flashed “Mr.
Perfect”. Her Mr. Perfect. And she hugged herself tight. It was not him.
Not this time. “Yes, I am. Atleast now. Before
you called, there was this guy who had been irritating me since last two days ……..”
People like that and calls like that can really mess with your head. I can feel her anxiety - it's like she's about to unravel. I'm glad she calmed down (at least for the moment.)
ReplyDeleteJanna, I totally agree with what you are saying. Thank you for reading and sharing your views.
DeleteI'm thinking Mr. Perfect just might be a disguised stalker. Can you tell I'm jaded? LoL Excellent write. The ending was unexpected.
ReplyDeleteThank you Brenda. It sounds like a good twist - had I made Mr. Perfect a disguised stalker but I did not have heart to play around with her emotions.
DeleteBeing stalked must be terrifying -- lying there in the dark waiting for him to call again sounds nerve-wracking.
ReplyDeleteNerve wrecking and terrifying. As Janna puts it, it can mess up with your life and head. Thanks for reading Annabelle.
DeleteOh how difficult to be waiting for a call while a prank caller stalks. Glad she didn't tell him off before she realized it was her Mr. Perfect!
ReplyDeleteYeah for she was so pent up. Thanks for the visit Jessie.
DeleteYou can feel the relief flood through her as she realizes the last call is not from him.
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DeleteThat's awful but the reality for quite a few women.
ReplyDeleteA bitter reality. Thank you Cathy.
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