7:45 AM:
"Good morning Sean! Today is a beautiful and bright day. Kinda like that day... The day you stopped talking to me. I'm still waiting for you to call back so we can arrange something but maybe I should explain somewhat. What happened that day wasn't my fault. I swear. If there was another way to do things I wish I could have taken it. I did what I had to." Cries. "We were eating Cheezits and wine when we ran out of Cheezits. I moped about wanting Cheezits with my wine so you being the amazing," sighs, "Boyfriend you are you got up shrugged your coat and you left for the store and I was sitting there taking sips, small ones because theres no fun in getting drunk alone, and I hear the window shatter and footsteps clobber and then this deranged woman appeared. She looked a mess. Her hair was straw like and dull, but her eyes," Lets out a deep hiccup," God Sean I saw hell in her eyes. They were vivid and bouncing from place to place. The blood literally drained from my body and so I asked her to get out but she claimed you two were in love and that I was clearly in the way and she lunged at me. In self defense I threw a glass vase over her head and I began to drag her out of the apartment when you walked in... You dropped the bag you were carrying and ran away. You didn't even hear what I had to say. You just walked away as if I was the bad guy. But thats what I love about you. You always defend or root for the underdog. The intruder is healthy and is recovering as I speak. I wish you'd call back. I'm not a bad person, Sean."
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A String of Missed Calls
Short StoryIn this tale, told purely through voicemails, we find a young girl desperate for forgiveness and for the love of her life to come back into it. Thing is we don't quite know what this girl did. All we know is the voicemails she leaves for him. Will a...
