phone callA Story by April VickeryI was at a loss for a new piece. He called. This was written as he professed his undying love to me at 3am.I sat there listening to him speak in hushed tones. One ear had the smooth musical stylings of Phil Collins asking for one more night through the uncomfortable ear buds that came with my MP3 player. The other ear was him. Like I said, his tones were hushed and husky. He'd been drinking again and was telling me how much he needed me. I could tell from his throaty tone that he had been drinking whiskey tonight. I smiled. Tequila must not have had enough burn to put out his feelings for me tonight. © 2010 April Vickery |
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Added on March 15, 2010 Last Updated on March 15, 2010 AuthorApril VickeryWilmington , NCAboutOnce upon a time I was a girl from a small town in the desert who had big dreams and a small wallet. I have lived the life of the school girl, the exotic dancer, the model, the actress, the corporate .. more..Writing
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