In the peace of the afternoon, the shrill scream of the telephone cut the silence like a runaway train heading for a broken bridge, wheels shrieking on twisted metal rails.
The unfamiliar noise was bittersweet to the female, which the startle caused her to pick up the phone hesitantly.
"Hello?" She attempted to sound powerful, but unfortunately she spoke as if she had incompetence.
She wasn't sad, nor happy she received a phone call, but she was maladroit.
The awkwardness made her feel unskillful in the term of speaking.
"Hi," he spoke with a raspy voice.
"W-Why are you calling me?" She questioned.
"Because I miss you."
And with his reply, she ended the call.
YOU ARE READING
no missed calls
Short Storyin which a girl desperately checks her phone on a daily basis. Only to find she has no missed calls from him.
