(Phote by Vera Kratochvil at PublicDomainPictures.net)
Three times last night, I thought
I heard your ring, though the phone
was distant and silent. Each time, as
I sought to answer, the ringing ceased.
But in the dread still-dark of dawn,
I answered your call in my dream,
and heard your voice, broken. And in that
moment, the monster that lurked, lunged.
Written for Friday Flash 55. Got something to say in exactly 55 words? Go tell Mr. KnowItAll.