He is standing at the bus stop when his heart starts to ring.
He panics. Who can it be, he wonders? Everyone is turning to stare at him. He can feel a blush creeping across his face. Why does it always have to be so public, so embarassing?
The vibration grows stronger, the sound of the ringing like some desperate claw, scratching away at the silence. He fumbles wildly at his breast, his only thought now to reach this disturbance, make it stop.
It's only when he finally has his hands around the feeling that caution returns. Before he answers he must see who it is. Naturally. He opens his heart up, glances at the name flashing back at him. Her? Why her? What could she possibly want from him? For a split second he stands there, staring at the screen, considering. Then, reluctantly, he pushes the button that says 'dismiss'. No. Not this time. Not now.
As he slips his heart back into his pocket he wonders if there's any chance that she'll call back.
Categories: Fiction, Whimsy