12th December 2014
“My Book of Regrets”
Here we go again.
It’s been so long since anyone called me on my phone I almost forgot I had one. That’s weird I thought, not even someone trying to sell me something. It was keeping me awake thinking about it so in the middle of the night I got dressed, went down to the pay phone next to the bus stop and dialled my number to make sure there was no problem getting through. It started to ring, so then I knew for sure that it was just that noone ever called me. Although when I thought about it I couldn’t remember ever giving the number to anyone, not even my brother, who prefers to email me anyway (can’t remember when he last did that either though, maybe on my last birthday). I was just about to hang up when the phone was answered. After a few moments of heavy silence I said “who are you and what are you doing in my flat?”. A woman’s voice responded “I’m waiting for you…. And anyway what do you mean by calling at this time of night? People are normally asleep at this time you know.” I could hear one of my sister’s old mix tapes playing in the background.
“That’s as may be, but it still doesn’t explain what you are doing in my flat. And anyway I literally left a minute ago so you can’t have been waiting long”.
“Yes I know that, I can see you from here. You passed me on the stairs now, didn’t you see me? By the way your milk is off, can you pick some up while you are out?”
“Yes I suppose so, will you still be there when I get back?”
“Yes of course, I told you I’m waiting for you. We have a lot of catching up to do. I always liked this tape”.
When I got back of course there was no one there. I put the new milk in the fridge, poured the old milk into the sink and went back to bed.
It was raining again.