The Web of Life
Disclaimer: This is not the continuation of the previous writing. My second attempt at non-poetic writing.
- – - – - – - – - – - – - – - – - – - – - – - – - – - – - – - – - – - – - – - – - – - – - – - – - – - – - – - – - – - – - – - – - – - – -
As I lay there on the bed after a hard day at work, my phone rings just like every single day. Lifting my head slowly and answering the phone for answering sake, I listen to the entire speech without interrupting.
"I want to meet you in person." I spoke in a soft voice that was barely audible.
"Sorry I cannot see you now, but I will see you tomorrow morning " the voice on the other side whispered in a trembling voice.
Having agreed to meet the next day, I had nothing else to say and promptly disconnected the line.
Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, I went back to bed and dozed off soon or at-least tried to.
