Photograph, Copyright – Danny Bowman
The heat of the night
The panic pervasive
I reach for the phone
Dial tone? It’s dead.
Pumped full of quarters I hear
A connection – 911’s ringing but no
One is answering what’s happening?
“911 what’s your emergency?”
Oh Thank God! Panic is absolute
I tell of the danger the footsteps the evil.
Come help me! Where are you? I don’t know!
Can’t you tell? The phone call disconnects.
Sweltering heat eyes stinging with tears more
Quarters more footsteps more laughter now blood.
It’s ringing! “9-1-1 what is your emergency?”
Rasping. The phone cord dangles separate from the box.
Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting this group – one picture, 100 words to tell the story. There are many talented writers – I hope I get the link correct this week! I think I did – the frog should take you to some other great writers!
Me? I’m just dangling my toes in the pool.