I was alone in the dark when my phone throbbed
and buzzed. I flicked on my bedside lamp and
stared at the number being displayed. It was
unknown. I was quite certain that it must be
Elizabeth. Nobody else would call at this unholy
hour. I really couldn’t be arsed to pick-up. I’d
had my fill of intense emotions. I was entirely
emotionally spent. Elizabeth was like a
rollercoaster I didn’t want to ride. I waited
until the rings went silent, then turned off my
phone. Mother would have been impressed.
After all she’d disliked Elizabeth. At this moment
I didn’t feel charitable. I rolled the duvet around
my head, switched off the light, and slept.


Author: Robert James Berry

Poet & Novelist