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.
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6 comments:
Man, I could have used that dismiss button quite a few times...hmmmm, ringtones for the heart? I wonder what that download will cost?
lovely and sweet....may be we are getting a whiff of your inner feelings and you by your recent posts....
awwwwwwwwwww (flutter flutter blink blink)....
they say this blog is a work of fiction...
i say blah...
Falstaff, hun...i think u r in lowe!!!
Next time, this miss ;-)
Oz: :-). Ya, it kind of puts a whole new perspective on the "So we'll go no more a roaming" line, doesn't it?
Rumple: errrmm. thanks. but this has nothing to do with my inner feelings - if you must know I was standing at a bus stop last night and this guy's phone started to ring and he got really worked up about it, pulled it out, looked at it, then didn't take the call. Just something about the way he did it made me think of this.
clueless: huh? Okay, to begin with, you're the one fluttering her eyelids at me, so if anyone's in 'lowe' (as you put it) it would be you. Also blah is right - what the hell are you talking about? (see comment above)
tabula rasa: :-). Thanks.
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