Harmonies Journey: Chapter 2
by 
The Bar Stward
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Posted: Monday, June 15, 2009 Word Count: 392 Related Works: Harmonies Journey • |
Content Warning
This piece and/or subsequent comments may contain strong language.
This piece and/or subsequent comments may contain strong language.
CHAPTER 2
Doesn’t that phone ever stop ringing? If it’s not that, then it’s Bailiffs banging angrily at the front door. Bloody credit card bills.
She was determined not to answer the telephone. The obsessive calls were making her feel quite ill, and she knew what they wanted. When will you be paying your arrears Mrs Simmons? I DON’T KNOW!
She did her best to ignore the siren by picking up her daughter’s toys, hovering the floor, even cleaning the pile of dishes that had built up next to the sink. The phone did eventually cease making that dreaded sound but not for long, it quickly began again. She tried to read a magazine, an old issue as she didn’t have enough money for a new one, but the noise was driving her insane. She ignored it for as long as possible until eventually she ran the length of the room and slammed the phone painfully against her ear.
“WHAT?!!!!!”
A solemn, deep and mature male voice spoke slowly. She paused and listened intensely until he stopped speaking and then she unleashed a heart stopping scream that shattered the icy silence in her living room. The man respectfully waited a moment and then continued.
“Can you come to the hospital as soon as possible Mrs Simmons?”
She caught her breath and with a whisper answered that she would get there as quickly as possible. Once the line went dead at the other end she remained standing with the phone still pressed hard against her ear. Her eyes were transfixed and her body swayed slowly. Her mind was contemplating too much information for it to know what to do with the rest of her. Eventually the pain in her ear registered and she carefully put it down and gently slumped to the floor, where she began to cry wretchedly for a lost amount of time. It was not until she heard the sound of her daughter crying did she stop her wailing and composed herself. She weakly stood up, wiped away her heavy tears and breathed in deeply, numbing her painful mind.
Should I take her with me? Of course not, what a stupid, silly thought. Another deep breath. I’ll drop her at Moms first.
…
“Simon, I’m going to fucking kill you!” Dan shouted in muddled bewilderment on the hard sandbank.
Doesn’t that phone ever stop ringing? If it’s not that, then it’s Bailiffs banging angrily at the front door. Bloody credit card bills.
She was determined not to answer the telephone. The obsessive calls were making her feel quite ill, and she knew what they wanted. When will you be paying your arrears Mrs Simmons? I DON’T KNOW!
She did her best to ignore the siren by picking up her daughter’s toys, hovering the floor, even cleaning the pile of dishes that had built up next to the sink. The phone did eventually cease making that dreaded sound but not for long, it quickly began again. She tried to read a magazine, an old issue as she didn’t have enough money for a new one, but the noise was driving her insane. She ignored it for as long as possible until eventually she ran the length of the room and slammed the phone painfully against her ear.
“WHAT?!!!!!”
A solemn, deep and mature male voice spoke slowly. She paused and listened intensely until he stopped speaking and then she unleashed a heart stopping scream that shattered the icy silence in her living room. The man respectfully waited a moment and then continued.
“Can you come to the hospital as soon as possible Mrs Simmons?”
She caught her breath and with a whisper answered that she would get there as quickly as possible. Once the line went dead at the other end she remained standing with the phone still pressed hard against her ear. Her eyes were transfixed and her body swayed slowly. Her mind was contemplating too much information for it to know what to do with the rest of her. Eventually the pain in her ear registered and she carefully put it down and gently slumped to the floor, where she began to cry wretchedly for a lost amount of time. It was not until she heard the sound of her daughter crying did she stop her wailing and composed herself. She weakly stood up, wiped away her heavy tears and breathed in deeply, numbing her painful mind.
Should I take her with me? Of course not, what a stupid, silly thought. Another deep breath. I’ll drop her at Moms first.
…
“Simon, I’m going to fucking kill you!” Dan shouted in muddled bewilderment on the hard sandbank.