The Night Call

    Every night at 2:14 a.m., the old rotary phone in her hallway rings once. Never twice. Never a full call. She fears answering the phone the way it rings.  She has tried before do understand that.  Anytime she would, it would already be hung up.  So, she gave up trying to answer.  But it rings.  It rings every night! 

    Her son has told her to get a new phone already.  Sadie doesn't want to, she has had this phone since she had gotten married to her husband George.  She holds onto many things from her life.  The little moments of our lives are all collected into a museum called a home.  That's how she felt about her home.  A collection of her life, and if it's not broken, why get rid of something filled with memories. There is just only one thing, that damn call every single night.  It haunts her and haunts her. She has changed her number, but to no prevail it still rings every single night.  This was when her son told her it must be a malfunction in the phone.  But no, she disagrees.  

    It all started the night after her husband had died. Every night, the same time, 2:14 am.  The moment that he died of a heart attack on the floor of their kitchen. They were spending a late evening up with cocktails and trying to spruce life up with living like they did when they were young.  That night, she remembered, the phone rang, just once right at the moment that he died.  She answered, and there was no one there. Ever since. Every night, the phone. Ring!