Massacre Magazine - Issue 7
My son has a story in this issue, Henry A Miles, writer of very dark horror.
Monday, August 3, 2015
I hadn't done a Mid-Week Blues Buster for some time, here is one.
Eva Called
by Boyd Miles
Eva
was watching the gas pump suck her bank account dry. Refilling her
tank so she could put more miles between herself and the man she had
fallen for. Cassidy had been her first true love, sure she had had
flings, stands, dates, hook ups, wild nights but never had she fallen
in love. She had fallen hard.
Car
filled, bank account no longer so, Eva got behind the wheel of her
old Dodge Neon and aimed herself toward the interstate. In the corner
of the lot stood a vanishing icon, an aluminum and glass box with a
folding door. When had she last seen a phone booth? She backed the
car away from the road and parked by the booth.
Long
minutes in the sun, her windows rolled down, dust and noise from the
passing trucks filled her beat up car. Her few belongings gathering a
layer of desert sand while she just stared at the booth waiting for
the decision to be made.
At
last she opened her door and walked to the phone booth with all the
change she could find in her ashtray and under the floor mats. She
fed the black and chrome phone all she had and dialed the number she
had written on a scrap of paper. It would have been easier to use a
cellphone but she had left that behind, she didn't want to risk
having him call her. She didn't want to risk him not calling her
either. Three rings and his voice mail answered.
"I
had to call, I had to say why." She hesitated, there would be a
long section of muffled road noise on the message. "It is the
moon, I love you but the moon." She knew this sounded crazy.
"The sky is beautiful, blue and clear...... look, I did it for
you, the moon, the moon is full and I.....I change. I love you, I
can't help it. Goodbye."
Eva
got back in the car, cried for a time, started the engine and drove
on, deeper into the desert.
Cassidy's
phone chimed to announce the presence of a new voice mail. That and
the buzzing of flies were the only noise in the blood splattered
apartment. Eva had left one night too late.
end
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