Missed Call

The phone rang and nearly shook itself off the dresser.  Mary paused her show, set down her beer, and checked the screen.  “Do Not Answer,” the caller ID read, meaning Claire, her ex.  She tapped the red button and returned to her burgundy wingback chair.  No sooner had she resumed her evening pastime of copious television streaming than the phone rang again.  Claire had always been persistent.

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