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Thursday, May 7, 2009

Ringing


Photo by C. John Edwards his blogs are -
http://scriptorsenex.blogspot.com/
Suggested prompt...
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The phone is ringing... answer it and tell the story with one side of the conversation.


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Um... hello?

No, you've got the wrong number I think.

I have no idea to be honest...

No no, this is a telephone booth.

No - Y-yeah, American.. yeah...

Uh well, lots of grass and some sheep and uh...

-well, we were trying to get to a friend's place so we took a bus and they said this was their last stop...

Yeah, I know... I'm sorry, who is this?

Hello?

Oh Charlie! You ass!! When did you learn to do such a good accent?! Come get us!!!

Cynthia


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9 comments:

Crazy Mo said...

Hello?

Yes, this is she.

No I don't.

Mmhm ... Really?

Oh, I see.

Why don't I call you back tomorrow during supper or, better yet, late in the evening when your children have gone to bed so I can wake them up.

Hello?

Helloooo???

Bobbi said...

My post ended up way to long to post here, so here is my link: My Muse and Me.

Bobbi said...

Crazy Mo - that is hilarious!!

Dani said...

I was waiting at the bus stop and the phone in the phone booth started to ring. My friend and I were the only ones around for miles. Why would this phone be ringing? So my friend thought she should answer it.

"He-Hello?

What? Who is this?

No!

What?

Hello?

...Oh crap..."

I watched as her face was confused, then shocked, then afraid...and I wished she hadn't answered the phone call.

"The voice told me not to get on the bus. To walk down the street to the east and not to look back when I hear the bus. He threatened if I did I would be killed! Oh, Candy, what do we do?! This threat could be for both of us! Come with me!"

I was frozen in place. What had we gotten ourselves into? Nevertheless I wasn't about to get on the bus with that kind of threat.

So together, we walked the road. In the middle of the wilderness. No life in front or behind. And waited.

We didn't say anything to each other. Both our minds were working too fast for conversation. A few minutes later we heard the bus behind us. I saw Shirley's eyes dart to the side for an instant and almost grabbed her arm.

"Don't look back."

BOOM!

I woke up on the ground with Shirley beside me. We were covered in black dust and laying on the side of the road. It was dark. I looked up to see a car idling on the road. A note taped to the door read in bold letters. "GET IN AND DRIVE" I shook Shirley's shoulder to wake her up. She mumbled something incoherent and rolled to her side.

I got up and ripped the letter from the door, reading the small print.

"This car is for your convenience. Take it where you need to go and abandon it on the side of the road. Thank you for your cooperation."

We did just that.

The next morning, Shirley and I awoke in our hotel room remembering what had happened and wondering if it had been real. I would have thought it was a dream except that she had been there with me.

Shirley flipped the TV on while I was in the bathroom doing my make-up.

"Candy!"

I came out and stared. There on the news was a story about an explosion on the bus in North Dakota that had killed a Senator on his way home from a camping trip with his family. There was no evidence of who had planted the bomb. There was one survivor who had left the bus moments before the explosion. He believes it came from two women he saw walking away from the scene. Police are investigating.

cagrowngirl said...

Allo?

Is Monique there?

Oui, C'est moi.

Aahh, Do you speak english at all?

But of course, how can I help you.

Oh, this is terrific I just wanted to tell you I am Robert Smith from Bead XXX and I saw one of the items you submitted for a competition. We at Bead XXX would love to have it featured in our magazine. Would you mind?

Where did you see the piece?

At The Bead Store. I will send over the paperwork and if you could provide the instructions for the piece, your piece will be published.

Thank you Mr. Smith, I am flabbergasted. I will write up the instructions immediately.

Monique I will need you address to send the paperwork.

But of course..... and so that is how she became published in art magazines.

Cynthia said...

Um... hello?

No, you've got the wrong number I think.

I have no idea to be honest...

No no, this is a telephone booth.

No - Y-yeah, American.. yeah...

Uh well, lots of grass and some sheep and uh...

-well, we were trying to get to a friend's place so we took a bus and they said this was their last stop...

Yeah, I know... I'm sorry, who is this?

Hello?

Oh Charlie! You ass!! When did you learn to do such a good accent?! Come get us!!!

septembermom said...

(The phone rings. She picks it up and her face turns to stone.)

I told you not to call me again.

You made your choice to leave six months ago.

No. I don't think you have a right to ask me about the kids.

Where were you the last t-ball game when Sam ran the bases? Where were you when Laurie couldn't find her father in the audience at the recital?

Those explanations can't heal such fresh wounds.

I can't go through this again.

(She hangs up the receiver and drops to the floor in tears.)

Cynthia said...

'Ello govna! Is this Scotland Yaad?

Well, where am I cawlin' then?

Is this your home telly?

You've got quite an accent, love! You arn't from 'ere are ye? You sound loik yer from America!

Well, if yer nawt Scotland Yaad and yer not on yer home telly, where in bloody blazes am I callin?

Blimey, love, yer in the middle of nowhere! How did you get there?

Oy, ya must nawt be thinkin' too kindly on good ol' England roit now, are ye? Wasn't very noice of him to drop you off loik that.

::laughs::

I'm sorry, Lil, I can't keep that up...

::laughing:: Alright alright, I'm at a pub right down the road. I tipped off the bus driver to drop you off a stop early. I'll see you in a few!

For blue skies. said...

Silence