TM prompt; five minutes in the life of your muse
Riiing. Riing. --Picked up
"Hello, Independence Theater."
"No, I'm sorry, the director's not in right now. Can I take a message for you?"
"--I'm not at liberty to give out his address. But if you want to leave a contact number, I'm sure he'll get back to you as soon as he possibly can. You sure I can't--"
"Okay. I don't speak Russian, if that's what you're using, but I think I know 'profanity'
well enough to get your drift. Take it down a notch. NOW. I am not going to give you my boss's home address if you scream at me."
"No, actually, I don't realize who you are. I don't recall saying I cared.--Don't go there.
"Yo Momma" is not a trip you want to book. My 'Momma' would have you for breakfast. She finds
idiots a LOT of fun to play with."
"That wasn't a come-on! How--Okay, no. I've had enough of this." CLICK.
Riiing
"Dammit, don't you--Aggggh. No..."
"I'm sorry, Gran'ma. I thought it was someone else on the phone."
"I know. How's everyone at home?"
"Jamie's at day care. If you can call back at my home number tonight, you can talk to him as long as you want. I'll pay for the call; just reverse the charges."
"We'll be coming to Atlanta next week, and staying until the New Year. I know. I miss you, too. Give my love to Mom and Dad...? Thanks, Gran'ma."soft click
Riiing Riiing
"Hello, Independence Theater--"
"...Riiight. Now you're Arnold Schwarzenegger. --You ever hear of Caller ID?"
"You really are in a mood to get arrested, aren't you? Sure. Come on down. I'll make sure
NYPD sends the 'good cops. Meaning, who only use Tasers instead of guns. I'm sure there's a lonely, terribly culturally starved inmate named Bubba who's just dying to meet you."
"Stop quoting the Terminator at me. You aren't even here. Saying 'I'll be baaack' is not
impressing anyone. And you won't, 'cause I'm putting you on call block." CLICK
Riiiing
"Hello, Independence Theater. Ryan Bullock speaking...Oh, hello, Mrs. Adams. Is everything all right?"
"Jamie? Well, go ahead. You've been doing a great job with him, and he loves the other kids--"
"I don't understand. He's all right, but what?"
"OK. You're serious? But it didn't--"
"Yeah. I'll be right over. I'd--I don't mean to call you a liar, but I think I'd like to see
myself what's going on here." Click
Riiing Riiing Riiiing
"Your call cannot be completed as dialed. Please hang up and try your call again..."
Muse: Ryan Bullock
Fandom: Original fiction
Word count: 436