Hell IX

I'd known that she wouldn't leave me alone. I knew what was owed and to whom. I just didn't know when she'd come calling to collect her dues. I had no knowledge either of what exactly was expected out of me. What form her pound of flesh would take would soon be apparent.

The phone rang early that day. March was coming to a close. I was sleeping the sleep of the contented and I wanted to carry on dozing. I didn't want to get out of bed. That delicious feeling of false security was intoxicating my senses, making me think of nothing except my own comfort. So I was justifiably annoyed when the phone rang. It made me want to shout at the caller. I almost did, until her dulcet tones sent a small shiver of anticipation down my spine.
"Hello," she purred,"How have you been?"
"I'm good, how are you?"
"Never been better. So I hope I'm not disturbing you but I think its time we had a little chat."
"So what we are having right now is....????"
"A short conversation to ascertain a mutually agreeable time to meet personally and charter unfamiliar territory my sweet, I hope that's technical enough for you?"
"Yes. So when and where?"
"After you get off work. Once you're done, give me ring and I'll pick you up."
"Okay."

Silence. An all encompassing silence that resounded like cymbals clanging in the evening prayers at the temple in my grandmother's backyard.

I got up shaking the last vestiges of innocence from my self and walked into the washroom.