For Whom The Phone Rings - A Little Drabble Do Ya

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

The phone was ringing. He cursed beneath his breath that he could hear the blasted thing.   Water poured down his back and legs, hot and therapeutic like only water can be.

Still the phone rang.

Then the sly silver contraption started its warble.

A series of scenarios ran through his head; the caller would think him not at home, or lying dead in the floor, apparently the only two that ever occurred to those who rang him up.

The communicator was, no doubt, his partner.

The solace of the shower was making it difficult to decide a course of action.

Comments

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

I'd stay in the shower :-) Lovely drabble.

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Me too :D