Genre: Mystery
“Hello it’s me”
She had dialed the number a thousand times and hung up a thousand times always before it had started ringing except for the last time when it rang and rang and went to voicemail.
This time it got answered on the first ring.
“Hello”
A deep unfamiliar voice answered, she almost hung up but she took a steadying breath, she had rehearsed this conversation many times in her head so she decided to proceed as scripted.
“Hello it’s me. I was wonder___”
“Hello” the voice interrupted her, “if you would like The Doctor to divine your name please specify”
“Hello, it’s Me. I was wondering if after all this time you’d like to meet. To go over everything, They say time is supposed to heal you, but I aint___”
“Hello, if you are in need of healing The Doctor is good at counseling, therapy and meditation you can talk about everything life the universe and its mysteries shall I schedule an appointment”
“Hello, can you hear me, I been dreaming___”
“Hello The Doctor is a dream interpreter too and dabbles in astrology and other arcane arts, do go on.”
“Hello from the other side___”
“Hello” she was cut in again, “Séances, clairvoyance and contact from across the veil of mortality is conducted only on full moon after a non-refundable cash deposit.”
The conversation was most certainly not going the way she had anticipated it to go but she decided to try and continue one last time.
“Hello, I must have called a thousand times___”
“Hello, is it me you were looking for?”
“Oh I terribly am sorry” She finally admitted “I think I dialed the wrong number, I had just called to say… I love, no erm I mean I just called to say hello to a friend”
“Do not be sorry, I absolutely understand what it is like to be young and in love, I was once, a long time ago.” The deep voice was soothing like something ancient, wise and all knowing. Listening to it made her feel relaxed and trusting, wanting to lay bare all the secrets that weighed on her soul. “You did not call the wrong number, I presume you meant to speak to Xinyori, I am currently in possession of his phone.”
“Yes, but we all just call him X, well everyone does except for me, I have never called him before, I met him once, briefly on my first day of work but I knew___” She put a hand to her mouth, to stop herself from talking, she felt a warmth in her cheeks and could not believe she was blabbing away, to a stranger no less.”
“You are in luck; we have in stock a bottle of love portion, really strong muti, a sip and the object of your heart’s desire falls hopelessly and helplessly, head over heels in love with you.”
“But, I could never do that!” she exclaimed, “I want someone to love me, because they love me, not because of some portion. Besides I have heard such stuff makes them lose their will and personality and other unexpected side effects and its permanent right? What if I decide, I no longer want an enchanted lover?”
“Ah, I see your concerns, I also have a bottle of another type of muti, very powerful herbs, this one gets rid of unwanted people, and just one drop, one small sip, and they will sleep and sleep forever”
“That’s a bit extreme, you are beginning to scare me” She said but in truth she was not scared not even a little, she was if anything curious and surprised at herself for having continued this absurd conversation.
“Well you could__”
“Or could just leave a message” this it was she who cut in.
“That is what I meant to say if you had let me finish. I was saying you could leave a message in a bottle, I will pass it along I expect your friend here shortly”
“Yes I’ll leave a message” this time she felt a little uneasy as if she her strings had been pulled just like a puppet. She shrugged the feeling away “Please tell X to call me back I miss him, wait do not tell him the last bit just tell him to call me back, thank you.”
“That’s perfectly fine. I will pass it along, have great day Gloria”
“Wait, how did you know my name?” she asked but he had already hung up.
She thought about calling back but decided for a Friday the 13th she had had enough freakiness; she crossed herself and whispered a prayer for the protection of her soul.
Caller ID is a wonderful feature, he thought to himself chuckling, as he hung up the phone. Oh what sheep people were, a lost flock looking for a shepherd with answers and direction.
There was a knock at the door.
“Right on time” he muttered. “Coming.” He yelled.
“Hello my man X” he said, opening the door. “Come in, come in, I have been expecting you. First thing, first I have something for you” and handed him a bottle, he had grabbed from a shelf full of an assortment of bottles.
A bottle with a paper lodged inside and sealed at the top.
X unstoppered the bottle and a familiar voice filled the room.
“Please tell X to call me back, I miss him” and then silence. He pulled out the paper inside and the same message was written on it, in a neat handwriting and signed Gloria at the end.
“What’s this?” he asked
“A message in a bottle.”
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My entry for the #blogbattle this week themed bottle
A continuation of sorts previous story here
~B
Ps yes incase you are wondering, I might have listened to Adele’s new song Hello as I wrote this and I had lots of laughs reading the #hellochallenge on twitter.
Fun freaky fact if the first of the month is a Sunday, the thirteenth day will be a Friday, you are welcome.
Becoming The Muse 
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