It’s time once again for Six Sentence Sunday. Today’s six is from my newest project, a collection of short stories about women and their tattoos.
Erica nearly slipped on the floor as she heard her phone ring, the familiar tingle of fear collecting at the base of her spine and slowly crawling its way up, blocking the neural impulses that were trying to tell her to take the call. She slowly stepped toward it, breathing a sigh of relief as soon as she saw the call was just her husband, Tim, who was in Taiwan on business. She felt the muscles in her back relax, the tension draining out slowly as she pressed the Talk button.
Erica had had the unnatural fear of the phone ringing ever since her father’s death four years ago. She had been at work, her first grown-up job out of college, where she had to make calls all day for a market research firm. She’d just finished consoling her cubicle mate, Megan, who’d just been yelled at by a customer who insisted she was the devil.
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