‘Hello? Who the hell is this? Will you please stop calling me?’
Heavy breathing penetrates the phone receiver, whilst keyboard taps meld with sounds of spittle. Then silence.
Marian’s heart thumps; she drops the receiver, flees the house, stands in the road and stares witlessly at every unlit window surrounding her.
In an apartment, ten blocks away, he hangs up and types.
Dear Marian, the docile tones of your voice inject me with virtuous energy. I know it upsets you when I don’t speak; but knowing you’ll reject me again leaves me with unwelcome dread. I can offer only silence.’
©2012.alittlebirdtweets.
Filed under: Flash Fiction Tagged: Apartment, Fiction, Heart, Keyboard, Psychological-horror, Psychological-thriller, Silence, Telephone, Up to 100 Words, Writing
