(Disclaimer: You know, they're not mine. Really. I wouldn't be in shithole, middle of nowhere, if they were mine.)
(Note: Written for the "silence" prompt from my 25crimes table.)
The silence is unnerving. But it's strange that there is actually silence - that the phone has finally stopped ringing. And it's odd that she's not answering. Which is what makes it unnerving.
Her machine picks up, with the generic friendly message people record. I know she's in there and that she is indeed at home. She is "in." She's just not answering. I think I would have preferred the phone's endless ringing over this.
"Olivia? Answer the damn phone. This is rude, you know." She didn't go anywhere - she's at home. Ignoring me. How typical. Women.
Silence. Again.
There's no particular point to letting this drag on, because she's not answering. Unusual for her, but then I've never seen her pissed off to that degree. I end the call, giving it up. More silence. Lovely.