A Circular Story

By Neena Wahi

First Thursday Writing Class October 2017

Before going to sleep

I make sure my phone is next to my bed.

I do not want to disturb people

by unexpected phone calls.

I get these calls in the middle of the night.

My old friend from Raleigh calls.

Her calls seem senseless. 

She feels on the verge of suicide or

something, she says.

I wonder why she thinks

her calls do any good.

The calls disturb my rest and my morning.

Each time the bell rings in the middle of the night,

I answer it. 

I wonder why she calls.