No iota of truth

“Yeah, it’s Jessica. Is Samantha there? That is the owner of the phone. I’ve been trying to reach her to no avail, yet her line has been going through all this while.” The woman on the line says. There’s no doubt about it now. It is indeed Jessica, and I’m willing to stake my last money on it.

My tongue feels stuck to the roof of my mouth, and even though I open my mouth, no words come out. There are several things that I want to say to her, but mostly, I just want her to appear in front of me so I can shake her until her teeth rattle and tell her how callous she is for taking up residence in my heart and then disappearing without so much as a goodbye, as though I’m just a casual fling.

I ignore the voice that tells me that I’m most likely just that … a casual fling. Mostly though, I just want to look into her face and see if I would see any remnant of the closeness that we had shared for several days on that deserted island. The silence on both ends of the line is deafening, but still