Firmly jelled to my dormitory bed ,determined not to receive it again, I count the phone ring in the corridor – .. two , three….
‘Come on Anita, freshers can’t be choosers’, commands the stout, bespectacled senior , rudely barging in,minus a knock.
I couldn’t wait to be a non-fresher and be done with the obligatory phone attendant duty.
The attendant in the old age home politely knocks and gently points to the ringing red phone on my table.
‘… Miss Anita,sorry about your loss’, pours the concerned stranger into the mouthpiece.
Those dormitory days appear, sunny.
I wait for a happy messenger .
Word count- 98
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge.
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