There was nothing golden about the silence
all around me.
You could say it was deafening.
I sat beside the phone waiting.
They said to stay near the phone.
They would call.
Call if there was anything to say.
I had a lot to say.
No one to say it to.
So I sat, and around me
Nothing.
Not a wrong number.
Not a knock on the door.
No TV no music
for fear of not hearing the phone.
It was three hours of torture
Waiting, thinking the worst
Wondering why, where, when?
Then a tinkle, a single ring
The silence shattered
Startled I sat up
Looked at the phone
Inside was dread,
What if? What if?
I was used to the silence
This rude intrusion troubled me
I hesitated, unsure,
I wanted the silence back
At least in my head
The world was contained
I had some control
Now I suspected chaos
I reached down silenced the ring,
Spoke the fearsome words
Hello!
Written for: https://angietrafford.wordpress.com/2017/02/08/writing-wednesday-8-february-2017/
Morpethroad 
The tension was palpable 🙂
Thank you. I seem to be on a writing thing today, I’ve even drafted a tale weaver piece for this afternoon….
Wish I could write something. I’m stuck on the final edit of the last couple of chapters of my YA MS and the antagonist is refusing to cooperate
That’s not good Lyn, maybe you need to sit him/her down and have a jolly good talking to, make him/her realise its hot and one’s patience will only stretch so far…
😀
Love this one, Lovely writing where you can sense a growing panic! Thanks for joining in!
My pleasure Angie, if you do this each week I’ll be looking out for you…
So clever Michael leaving us wanting an answer!
Thank you Willow I like leaving a mystery.
You certainly do!
Oh my, Michael, the possibilities of what that phonecall was all about…wow!!! I love how you brought the reader with you, the tension mounting…all thoughts went to a loved one in an accident, a doctor with the results of something very serious, and so many more. Great write!!
Thank you Cheryl-Lynn, lovely you could stop by.
I think when I work one less day a week I will devote that day only to writing. What a great way to organize my pleasures.