RING RING....RING
RING....RING RING
Fiona knows that the
Angel is talking to her, but all she can hear is the phone ringing.
Its volume has grown to deafening levels now, a jangling chirp to
batter her ear drums.
She watches the Angel's
lips move and his camp gesticulations, while her own hands
desperately cover her ears.
“WHAT?” she shouts,
“WILL SOMEONE PLEASE STOP THAT PHONE RINGING?”
The ringing stops
abruptly.
“What phone ringing?”
The Angel asks.
“You didn't hear it?”
Fiona inquires in reply, “You must have heard it.”
“I can assure you,”
The Angel tells her, “There is no phone ringing here. In fact,
there is no phone.”
The ringing begins once
more, but quietly again, somewhere in the distance.
“If there's no phone
here,” Fions says, “Why can I hear one ringing?”
“One can only
assume,” the Angel winks again, “The call must be for you.”
