Thursday

Bing bong, bing bong, bing bong.

I don’t want to answer it. I know who’s there.

Bing bong, bing bong, bing bong.

Please, just go away, I don’t have the answers you want.

Bing bong, bing bong, bing bong.

Stop. Stop. Stop! I can’t help you! It wasn’t my fault!

Bing bong, bing bong, bing bong.

You can’t see me, you can’t know I’m here, it’s not possible.

Then: silence.

I release the breath I had been holding. I blink. I hazard a smile.

Bing bong, bing bong, bing bong.

My bowels turn to ice. I tense.

I’ll never escape.

Bing bong, bing bong, bing bong.

I click accept and take the call.

“Hello? Hello? Oh, hello, I just wanted to call and ask you why this ‘o’ has a line through it? Does that make it a zero?”

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About kylock

Man, biographies are really hard to write because sometimes you just don't know what to write about and then you ramble on pointlessly for a while about your hobbies (video games, reading, programming) and end up boring your readers because they expect something witty and insightful (there are only two ways to save money, neither of which involves hookers) and then readership falls off and you cry yourself to sleep.
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