Hello.?.? Oh my God HELLO!
My heart stops,
every single day of the last excruciating 20 years comes back to me in one heart jerking, life choking second.
The death of my loved ones, the chronic depression, the slow and gradual loss of everything you knew as a civilization, the darkest nights, the coldest winters, the deafening quiet.
This… This single response… Those four crucial words will end all of that pain.
All of the fake relationships that I’ve built in my head with the personalities of the people who left little messages after the beep.
The personalities that truly died tragically many years ago, the personalities that I have clinged to every second of every waking moment for the last decade.
I could feel all of those little personalities bidding me a kind farewell, like an out of town relative leaving after an extended holiday weekend
I’ll truly miss my Cindy, I first called my Cindy eight years ago.
Judging by her 212 area code she is/was from New York City.
In my screwed up fantasy she works on the 51st floor of the empire state building. A dainty blonde who often sports a colorful sweater over her white collared shirt.
Our conversations always start with the same “Hi i’m Cindy” re-introducing ourselves is our little quirk. It keeps us young.
I often fall asleep telling her all about my day.
Hello
My shrill voice responded.
Tears began to stream from my eyes, I was not ready to say goodbye to Cindy… Or maybe I was happy to hear another person had survived. Or it could have just been one of my now daily episodes of sobbing mixed with hysterical laughing.
None of it mattered anymore, I finally had a new friend, a real friend, a breathing friend.
It was radio silence for what seemed to be eternity.
Did we get disconnected? What number had I punched in just now? Why weren't they responding? Did I just lose my one hope for any remaining sanity?
After what seemed to be a lifetime of gut wrenching thoughts a laugh broke over the line….
“I am just kidding, leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as possible.”
PRose4192 t1_j28eh2y wrote
Reply to [WP] The world ended 20 years ago, you haven't found a living soul since then. Through some ingenuity, you call voicemails for the last 20 years to keep you company. "Hi, this is Cindy..." "Hi you reached Bob" "You know what to do at the beep" until one day "Hello...hello? Oh my God hello!" by killznhealz
Hello.?.? Oh my God HELLO!
My heart stops,
every single day of the last excruciating 20 years comes back to me in one heart jerking, life choking second.
The death of my loved ones, the chronic depression, the slow and gradual loss of everything you knew as a civilization, the darkest nights, the coldest winters, the deafening quiet.
This… This single response… Those four crucial words will end all of that pain.
All of the fake relationships that I’ve built in my head with the personalities of the people who left little messages after the beep.
The personalities that truly died tragically many years ago, the personalities that I have clinged to every second of every waking moment for the last decade.
I could feel all of those little personalities bidding me a kind farewell, like an out of town relative leaving after an extended holiday weekend
I’ll truly miss my Cindy, I first called my Cindy eight years ago.
Judging by her 212 area code she is/was from New York City.
In my screwed up fantasy she works on the 51st floor of the empire state building. A dainty blonde who often sports a colorful sweater over her white collared shirt.
Our conversations always start with the same “Hi i’m Cindy” re-introducing ourselves is our little quirk. It keeps us young.
I often fall asleep telling her all about my day.
Hello
My shrill voice responded.
Tears began to stream from my eyes, I was not ready to say goodbye to Cindy… Or maybe I was happy to hear another person had survived. Or it could have just been one of my now daily episodes of sobbing mixed with hysterical laughing.
None of it mattered anymore, I finally had a new friend, a real friend, a breathing friend.
It was radio silence for what seemed to be eternity.
Did we get disconnected? What number had I punched in just now? Why weren't they responding? Did I just lose my one hope for any remaining sanity?
After what seemed to be a lifetime of gut wrenching thoughts a laugh broke over the line….
“I am just kidding, leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as possible.”