The phone rang on the bedside table. Without turning the light on, Tom reached for the phone, pressed the talk button and whispered, "Hello?" He listened for only a moment and hung up without a word. His wife stirred beside him, rolled over and whispered in a groggy voice, "Who was that?"
"No one." He said. "Another telemarketer."
"In the middle of the night?"
"Who sells chemical solutions over the phone?" Tom wondered. He kissed his wife on the forehead and whispered. "Go back to sleep, honey." But she already had.
Want more? Check out all the stories at Seventh Semester Sophomore.
No comments:
Post a Comment