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Faultline & Dream prompt story
Dead Line
I must have been dreaming. Surely?
When the telephone rang at midnight waking me, I once again questioned why I hadn’t got rid of my landline. At night I always put my mobile on aeroplane mode, but the only thing I can do with a home phone is pull it from the wall. And that feels a bit drastic!
Of course curiosity eventually took over when the ringing didn’t stop — in case it was important.
I picked up the receiver, letting out a small, “hello… May here”.
“Hello May here,” said the voice at the other end of the phone, pitched just at the same level as my own.
I was a bit confused with their answer. Was she joking and using ‘here’ as a surname? “What? I am May? That's me,” feeling tired and already impatient.
“What? That’s me, May.” The voice kind of echoed.
“Is this a Joke”? I was a little scared now. Who were they? Was there some kind of fault on the line?
“A joke,” … came the reply.
It was then I realised that the other person sounded exactly like ME!
Shocked, I held the receiver away from my ear and shouted, “Who are you? Just leave me alone.” Not quite sure what I was after.
