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Printed from https://writing.com/main/books/entry_id/881318-telemarketers
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by Rhyssa Author IconMail Icon
Rated: 18+ · Book · Contest Entry · #2081410
my entries for the Construct Cup
#881318 added May 4, 2016 at 1:18am
Restrictions: None
telemarketers
it never fails—
there I am, typing away
my head stuck within
a fictional mind,
my dragon soaring so fast
and high that I’m not sure
I can sustain the pace,
and it’s smooth.
the sounds of the house
are hidden behind
earplugs that pour
a classical soundtrack
on a loop—Vivaldi to
Wagner, Saint Saens to Ravel—
wordless thunder crashes
and eldritch screams
and discordances that make
my pulse sing and my
thoughts race into story.
I haven’t eaten in hours,
but I don’t feel the lack
because the flow is magic . . .

and then, the phone rings.
I barely hear it—I try to ignore it—
but it could be family
so I strip away
the headphones and untangle
my laptop from my arm, and stand,
heading to answer—
only to hear a recorded voice
pretending to be a human
ask me if I needed a wireless
security system—
which we don’t.
we have one already,
and I hang up without thanking
or saying goodbye,
but when I flop back down
on the couch
and pull my laptop back,
my dragon has gone
and I’m left in the middle
of a song, in the middle
of the story, lost.

Prompt for: May 3, 2016

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