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“Prohoska and Associates, how may I help you?”
The receptionist’s voice was practiced, but dull. It was apparent that she’d succumbed to the same soul draining affliction that previous holders of her post had endured. This would not bode well for her.
Based on her lukewarm greeting, Diana knew that the receptionist’s days were numbered. She asked for Dan, the company’s founder. He was also her former married lover. They were such old news, but recent political developments had caused her to reach out to him.
“Dan Prohoska, please. This is Diana Grayson, from Los Angeles.” Diana’s request was short and clipped. There was a brief pause before Dan’s familiar high-pitched greeting pierced her blue-tooth.
“Hellooooooo?” he shrieked. She cringed.
“Dear Gawd, kill me now, please!” thought Diana before she replied.
“Well, at last you’ve gone and done it, then, haven’t you, you old bastard?” she quipped. There was an involuntary reflex in her stomach as she anticipated his stupid reply. Dan did not disappoint.
“Why, hello, Kitty! OH, MY GAWD, it’s so great to hear from you!” he screeched. “What the hell have I done now?” He screamed in laughter, making Diana’s stomach turn once again. She regretted the call in an instant, but she plodded on anyway. Regret was a familiar emotion where Dan was concerned. Disgust, self-loathing and shame weren’t far behind.
They began chatting about the Presidential Inauguration. To hear him tell it, Dan would have you believe that he’d single-handedly gotten the President elected. They chatted about politics for a bit. Before long, the conversation turned to old, familiar territory…their prior intimate relationship.
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