Calls

My mobile began to throb with calls. I knew
who it was. I thought of blocking the number,
or changing my number, but I didn’t have the
heart to be so callous. Nevertheless I didn’t
answer. I wondered if Clarissa was the jealous
sort. I didn’t imagine she was. She was too
well-balanced to bother much about previous
girlfriends. Because I now put Elizabeth in the
past. I was immensely curious and sorry for her.
But I knew now that Elizabeth could mash my
heart and I needed to beware. Let Bryant pick
up the pieces, it wasn’t my concern now. My girl
was Clarissa. We could be so normal together.

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Author: Robert James Berry

Poet & Novelist