The Helpline Number
It was dark when she let herself into her new apartment. Switching on the lights she gazed around delightedly.
The room was exactly as she had left it. The upturned heels, the dupatta* trailing on the floor, a half-opened book, the banana peel.
She was truly free of that obnoxious odious nitpicking man!
Humming, she threw open the windows.
Neither a ‘garbage dump’ nor a ‘pigsty’ she thought as she put out the trash.
A gush of wind slammed the door shut.
Locked out without her phone!
Sweat broke out on her brow.
She couldn’t recollect any phone number.
Except for his.
*dupatta: a long scarf usually of cotton or silk.
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Written for the Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting the challenge and J Hardy Carroll for the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.
Thanks for reading 🙂