"Call me."
"Please, I need to talk to you."
"Please, please. Call me."
"I don't know where to go. I can't get out of here."
"Talk to me, Evie. I'm sorry for leaving. Please call me back."
I threw my phone in the trash after the first twelve interrupted the movie I had been watching. I dug it out the next morning.
I listened to her voice, whimpering and screaming and cursing my name for as long as she held on to her feeble existence.
The next morning, it was too late.
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Entropy
Short StoryA story about love, despair, and chaos, told in fragments. Her screams echoed inside the glass coffin. I heard them. She scratched her fingernails bloody on the hard case that kept her inside. I felt the blood trickle down my own hands. She pounded...
