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Tuesday, July 3, 2012

The call


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 ……..”
The resplendent full moon bathed away her fears.

Linking up with Trifecta - Week Thirty-Four

12 comments:

  1. 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.)

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    1. Janna, I totally agree with what you are saying. Thank you for reading and sharing your views.

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  2. I'm thinking Mr. Perfect just might be a disguised stalker. Can you tell I'm jaded? LoL Excellent write. The ending was unexpected.

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    1. Thank 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.

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  3. Being stalked must be terrifying -- lying there in the dark waiting for him to call again sounds nerve-wracking.

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    1. Nerve wrecking and terrifying. As Janna puts it, it can mess up with your life and head. Thanks for reading Annabelle.

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  4. Oh 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!

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    1. Yeah for she was so pent up. Thanks for the visit Jessie.

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  5. You can feel the relief flood through her as she realizes the last call is not from him.
    If I might offer an opinion about your font? I find it lovely, but quite difficult to read. Maybe other readers do as well. Just an unsolicited opinion:)
    Thanks for linking up with us again. Please come on back tomorrow for the new challenge.

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    1. Thank you editors. This is quite a welcome suggestion, one that I will work on immediately. Thank you for the feedback. I appreciate it highly.

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  6. That's awful but the reality for quite a few women.

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