Ring Ring

Flash Fiction

Ring Ring

“Ring ring” Jane’s phone rang.

It was not a number she knew, so she almost let it go, but then curiosity took over.

“Hello?” she said.

“Where are you! You’re late!”

Jane was sure she was not the person who was late, but the woman on the other side was being very snotty about it. It caught Jane’s attention; she hated snotty people who thought they were so important.

“Is this Jennifer?” she asked picking a random name.

“NO, it’s not Jennifer! It’s Angie, and I’m standing here with nobody to take this table! Where are you?”

“What time is it?”

“It’s quarter past, you should have been here half an hour ago! I can’t check on anyone else until you get here and take your spot! Where are you!”

“It’s really twelve fifteen already? My watch must have stopped…”

“You didn’t answer my question. Where are you!”

“Good golly, I’m not even sure. I think I took a wrong turn or two. I don’t even recognize these houses. I’ll have to get to the other end to find out where I am. You know how they only have the name of the street at the ends. Oh there’s a tiny street off to the right, Filmount. Do you know where Filmount Street is?”

“I do not, I’ve never heard of a Filmount Street! How could you get lost coming here, you must have come here a dozen times already!”

“No, I don’t think so, where exactly are you?”

“In front of Bayland School of course!”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know where Bayland School is… are you sure you wanted to talk to me?”

“Ah… isn’t this Dorothy Shaw?”

“Oh, no I’m so sorry. I’m afraid you must have dialed the wrong number!” and Jane hung up. Smiling…