Today's OneWord: Automatic

Automatic
by Belinda Roddie

Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system: YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE is not available. Please leave a message after the beep. Only there's no beep. There's no dial tone. There's not even static. This is when you wait. Forever. And you can't seem to put down the phone. It's not that YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE isn't here. It's just not available to take your message. Nor is it interested in hearing your screams.

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