Friday, February 19, 2010

The Telephone



Her weary body fidgets uncomfortably in the big arm chair in the living room.  A glance towards the wall where the clock is hung tells her its 12:43. Fine creases between her eyebrows are formed and she forces herself to look away. She endeavors to direct all her concentration towards the-not-so-serene sound of her breath. In and Out. In and Out. In and Out.
And then she fails.

Soon enough, she finds herself hovering on the edges of sleep, as though strong magnets are pulling her body and making sleep more and more inducing. But no. She opens her eyelids and slowly gets on her feet and heads for the kitchen. She makes herself coffee using the espresso machine and then pours it into her favorite cup while staring unseeingly at the darkness outside the window. 
And then the phone rings.

She runs as fast as her legs allow after throwing the cup on the mahogany table beside the kitchen's entrance. Half way through, she stumbles and falls. She curses under her breath and runs some more. Finally, she  gets it. Almost breathless she picks it up and answers. She sighs heavily; it was a wrong number.
And then, she gets back to her chair.

16 comments:

Kay said...

oh the complacent days of existance...written beautifully

Oddyoddyo13 said...

Amazing what our minds come up with while our bodies go through the usual routine.

Beautiful post.

Brian Miller said...

dang...that was sweet...now if my phone would just ring...

Magpie said...

Who is she worried about...I've been here before.

dianne said...

Beautifully written, I know I have been there, the torment felt while waiting for a call that will never come. ♡

magnoliaamber said...

ah.
I took a deep breath after finished reading this.

Susan said...

I have been there. Thanks for sharing this universal feeling. I noticed in your info you like Twilight, you might get a chuckle out of my post tonight at 7:00 P.M. Thanks for following Song Saturday. See you at 11:00 A.M. :)

Cynthia said...

ahhh....Life.

Claire said...

reading this makes me want to see the world through your eyes.

AmyLK said...

Oh frustrating!

Felicitas said...

This reminds me of what it must be like for a parent who's waiting up for a teenager past curfew. Or perhaps of a woman waiting for her man to come home after a night out with the boys. But the espresso... she really doesn't want to fall asleep. Very thought-provoking!

Shas said...

Nice one. You have the talent to create moving pictures with words.
Keep it up!

Craftsman of light said...

Is nt life like this...sometimes we are all waiting for phonecalls, missing or making phonecalls.....this reminds me that i have nt phoned my soul today..nor has my soul phoned me....
Hmmm..i wish i could phonecall a star in the sky hoping it would answer through a twinkling smile on a stranger's face.

Well, Maha You write wonderfully well....

hugs
col

Tracy said...

Ah, I know that feeling! Very nicely written.

Expression of the mind said...

You're such a wonderful writer Maha. Mashallah :)

Maha said...

Magpie, Dianne, Suzanne, Felicitas,Tracey I'm just glad you can relate to it :)
Craftsman, WOW! Your comments are beautifully constructed pieces of Art.

Thanks for stopping by everyone !!