1000 words Women's Fiction
Margaret is a sixty four year old widow. She's usually very sensible and calm, but she feels like an excited teenager as she sits in her living room and waits for her phone to ring.
Margaret had been expecting a phone call all evening, but she still jumped when the phone started ringing at twenty past nine. Her heart started hammering in her chest as well, but she managed to say hello in a reasonably normal voice. “So has he phoned?” her friend Pam asked. “No, not yet,” she replied. “How strange,” Pam said. “What time did he phone last night?” “The machine said it was ten past eight.” Margaret slumped back on the sofa and sighed. “Maybe he’s forgotten he said he’d phone.” “Yes, so maybe you should phone him!”