tragecomedy

Midnight, phone rang, a strange number.
No typical cliché, not much emotion. I am over with that asshole today, she said, after a brief hi. Awfully brief, that I could see she might have considered for ages to call. Last time when she called me was a year and half back. I couldn’t figure out why she suddenly decided to call me after she decided we were never friends anymore that day. And why she called to tell me of that though she used to seize every chance to show off in front of me. She’s still as pathetic as one year and a half ago, especially when she tried to laugh away the outrageous deeds what her boyfriend that asshole has done to her hours ago. He made her pregnant and then aborted and beat her five days after the abortion right in front of another girl. She told me all, without a single stop, a single sad tone. I didn’t know if I shall show my anger on him and my sorry to her. We are not friends, which we both know. I listened and responded with careful phrases, trying not to hurt her further. And she was talking without a single stop, trying not to remind both of us that we are not real friends, not any more... ...