Mute (Flash Fiction Friday)
Sippanont Samchai via Compfight It took me four hours to work up the courage, and another 30 minutes to find my phone. My mind these days, I swear. My fingers are sweating, but I manage to punch in the number. I swallow a lump and, after a deep breath, work up the courage to hit the last digit. The number four completes the first leg of my impossible journey, and it’s out of my control now. My breath leaves me. One ring. I bite my bottom lip. Two rings. I start to feel my pulse in my throat. Three rings. […]