Alone

Don't even think of attending any of my phone calls 'cause my room's locked. I am getting straight back as soon as possible. Stay in bed! And just to be on the safe side, I am locking the door from the outside."

And before Ursula could whine in mutiny, the door was barged into the swelling folds of her face. Eventually she heard a burrowed click, which accompanied the mute screams of a Volkswagen engine disappearing slowly into the enveloping silence.

Ursula swam across the room and flung herself moodily on the nearest couch. A seething scowl mounted her in all of its disgust and disgrace. Stuffing the remnants of her forlorn doll under her armpit, she turned towards the television and switched it alive. Suddenly, as she skidded from channel to channel, the telephone screeched, tearing the abysmal quiet.

"Hello." she drawled, receiving the call.

Dismissing the dull chill that the words swept with them, she asked, "Who is it?"

"May I know your name please?" she spoke, almost mechanically.

"Listen asshole!" she barked, "If you are one of those silly fucks, just go ahead and bang yourself senseless 'cause I've got fuckin' plenty to deal with!"

Ursula slammed the phone back. But as she had wheeled around smugly, the phone had rung again.

Regaining her poise, she hovered over the telephone and picked the receiver.

"Hello." She spoke, frustration maneuvering her vocal equilibrium.

"Hell! You again!"

"O.k., have it your way, bastard. I should remind you that you just gave me - a minor that is, a life threat. Which in this great state, can account for some quality time in a full security cell  solitary division, if I' m not wrong. And angel," she adjusted her chords and mimicked, "we don't want to get you angry, now do we?"

Silence held ends but was ruptured when Ursula giggled into the mouthpiece.

"Oh by the bye, Mr. motherfucker, I think you better keep a good lookout for your pets because strange it might seem, but I think the freakin' cat's got your tongue!"

Before she could break into a triumphant whimper and trot away with fleeting wisps of euphoria, a loud roar of hideous laughter broke out at the other end of the phone.

Ursula heard the phone click viciously at the other end. With a disgruntled line creasing the parameters of her forehead, she replaced the receiver back, cursing.

As she had almost begun tending towards the couch, she heard the telephone bark again. Growling furiously, she turned for the receiver but realized that the echo had been born inside her room.

Reaching inside with invented alacrity, she picked the receiver.

"H-hullo" She stammered, again losing the symmetry in her voice.

"Calmly now, sweetheart.