After Story
Matthew Ryan Fischer
The ringing wouldn’t stop. Over and over and over again. The phone just rang and rang and rang. No one answered it. No one was going to. There’s always a chance that no one is on the
other end of a call. There’s always a
chance that people are not attached to their phone all day every day. A caller might think that no one was
home. That was not the case. But still, no one was answering the
phone. So it just kept ringing. You would think that the caller would give
up. Not so. You would think that an answering machine or
voice mail would trigger. Not this time.
Maybe the call should have considered calling
back later. But no. They just kept trying. And the phone kept ringing and ringing and
ringing.
One has to ask, what was happening that was so
important that kept this connection from happening? Was one side just going to disproportionate efforts
to avoid answering their phone? Was the
message so important that it required this dedication? Or possibly the caller was just interested in
punishing those on the other end.
It was early in the morning. And the
members of the house had been up very very late. So late that late became early. And no one likes a noisy phone when late has
become early and sleep has hardly become slumber. There is no such thing as a good call when it
comes to the early morning.
There had been a party last night.
One drink led to two and two led three and soon there after people lost
count and drinks led to too many many more.
It has never been known as a hangover cure and anyone with this amount
of pain is in any rush to answer the phone.
Outside on the streets there had been a disaster. When an act of nature occurs, you can not be
blamed for being momentarily out of reach.
Then the zombie apocalypse had begun.
The virus spread, asteroids flew too close to the earth, and science had
gone wild. Pick whatever you like – nobody
really cares why zombies happen. They
just care that the do. Corpses roam the
streets. The dead get a nasty case of
the munchies. Who has time for a phone
call when you’re on the run from the walking dead? And who among the walking dead knows how to
dial a phone?
The super villains had teamed up and the super heroes had failed...
The alien invasion had begun...
The magnetic field had flipped...
The oceans had frozen. Or
boiled. Or rose...
Sunspots wrecked havoc...
Supernovae...
Black holes...
Dark matter...
The Rainbow Bridge broke and the champions returned to Valhalla…
Trumpets had sounded and Horsemen had ridden...
The Demons had fought and failed and the results had been a revelation…
The Big Crunch. The Big Rip. The Big Freeze…
A whole bunch of different “Bigs”…
Those are a lot of reasons why someone might not answer their phone.
The real question, if all that had happened, then just who was it that
was calling?
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