gripped the phone in terror, as her eyes darted around the dark street.
What’s your emergency?”
think I’m being followed.”
are you, Miss?”
don’t know. I . . . the bus broke down, and I decided to walk.”
Do you see any landmarks? Signs?”
. . . wait.” She quickened her pace, and strained to see the building a few
It’s a restaurant! It’s Phil's. Thank God! I can wait for my friend there.
looked at her screen. The timer inched forward but the line had gone quiet.
be a bad connection," she muttered before shrugging and ending the call.
dispatcher listened to the buzz of the dial tone, afraid to move and disconnect
the call on her end. Her coworker held the gun he had used on the other
dispatchers before her face. The acrid smell of gunpowder burnt her nostrils as
he moved closer. She had heard rumors that he was unstable.
isn't it?" he remarked, "I wonder who dispatchers are supposed to
closed her eyes. He pressed the small pistol to her forehead. The gun's muzzle
was still warm.
writes from Kingston, Jamaica. Her stories have
been published or are upcoming in a Devolution
Z anthology, 101 Words Magazine, Untied
Shoelaces of the Mind, The Flash Fiction Press, The Nine Tales Series, Speculative 66, Cemetery Moon, Phantaxis
Magazine, Bloodbond Magazine, The
Blotter Mag, Black Girl Lit Mag, and
Bards and Sages Quarterly.